I can only describe the aroma as piss and sweat, the smell you can imagine from a guy who spends 3 nights a week at the pub. I looked up at him, he wa... staring at me expecting to do something, my mouth on his balls and my face buried deep into his wirey pubes, I poked my tongue out and it made contact with the sweaty, dangling sack which was covering my face, the taste was as bad as the smell.He asked me "Does a faggot like you know what happens when a guy cums", I nodded my head in which he. She sat me up, pulled my cock down, and dipped it into the wine and sucked it from my cock. She did this several times until I came again. She held my cock in front of her face and let my spunk cover her; some went onto her hair, some dripped onto her tits. The rest she let drip into the wine and milked my cock until the bottom of the glass was full too. She wiped spunk from her tits and face and put that into the glass as well then, filled it with wine. “I think we should share this spunk. He saw me one morning he walked behind me he called out to me so I would stop walking "Hey can I ask you a question?" I didn't know what he was about to say....he asked me if I was 100 percent lesbian or 50/50? I told him first of all it's none of your business and second 100 percent. He immediately grabbed his cock thru his pants and said he can change that. I was intrigued but I couldn't let him see i was. I walked away. My panties was starting to moisten. I know my body has a way of. However, I didn't have much time for these dread thoughts. My center ofgravity changed during my transformation, so as I didn't want to let someteeth on the ice I had to focus on skating. I hadn't been on ice rank foryears, since my relationship changed into "serious, mature partnership"...And my girlfriend wasn't good at skating also and after some time she stoppedto find my attempts to keep her in balance as lovely gestures of my concern.This evening I had an unique chance to confront her.