Katrina asked, “How does that feel baby?”My response was, “Sister, sister, sister, please, please, please, don’t stop. Oh, oh, oh, my pussy is...GOO…ING to explode. Faster, faster!!! I feel it CUMMING. I am there…”“Karmen, Karmen, are you alright? Your ass passed out, but not before you just about pissed a river of cum on my hands and on your sheets.”I looked down and then at Katrina. I was a little embarrassed and it showed on my face. I even tried to cover my eyes.Katrina cuddled my head into. Jeff was hunched over a magazine. “Are we clear yet?” “Almost. There’s two over in art; I think they’re hunting for nakedpictures.” “That’s always fun. I’ll go check the –” “No, I’ll do it, I’m on my way,” I interrupted, moving to the restroom.I checked the men’s room first and found it empty, then knocked on thewomen’s room door. “Anyone in there? It’s time to. "It's up to you now, Henri," Bailey said and stepped back a little to give the man room to work.The man called Henri pulled from a satchel several tubes of decorator icing and began to work on the naked beauty who lay lush and nervous beneath him. Apparently oblivious to the sexual qualities of his subject, Henri worked calmly and expertly, creating pink rosebuds around the fringe of Sharon's thick red pussy hair, drawing curlicues around the full rounded outline of her tits, making a. You get your hand stamped, and step past him into the entrance.You’ve never been to the Midtown Pub before, but the ad in the local gay newspaper had shown a shirtless beefy looking guy with a lot of chest hair, a great bulge in his jeans, and holding a beer bottle in his hand. Sold!But this is your first time in a gay scene that isn’t made up of the young twink crowd. You feel a little like maybe you’re in the wrong place. Slim and fair, though you’re no flaming queer, you’re not the guy from.