I stood there with urine trickling from my vagina and running down one thigh, as he started wide-eyed at it, I was trapped in a self made viscous circ...e, the more he stared at my vagina, the more excited I became, and in the end, when he bent down, retrieved my fallen towel and dried me clean, that was the part I have never discussed, it was the part that excited me the most, he stepped inside closed the door, and together, we enjoyed ourselves.I downed the remainder of my glass, tearing. She pushed me onto the floor and spanked my cheeks and boypussy with her hand and cock. She spread my legs, exposing my winking hole. I admit it. I was gagging for it. I wanted her to fill me as she wanted to be filled. She pushed the head in, hard, causing my body to tighten. She didn't give a fuck, grasped my hips and pulled me back. I squealed as my boypussy tried to adapt to such a big cock. If I could of seen her face, it would of been one of wicked, sadistic glee, as she forced me to be. I could just make out in the dim light from the moon the members of a local street gang that were about to extend their escapades to include ****. There were six of them, a street gang I had seen around my ‘patch’.They had never given me trouble and I thought they had me pegged as a sad old transvestite cruising for trade (which I was). They were all young, fit and no doubt full of the beer they'd obviously been drinking that evening. But I hadn't come out looking for trouble that evening, that. In ihrer Hand hielt sie einen Blaustift und vor ihr befand sich ein Malbuch, das sie ausfüllte. Ihr rosa Rucksack und die Hello Kitty-Trinkflasche verstärkten in Aikuro das Gefühl, das mit dem Mädchen etwas nicht stimmen konnte. Als sie seinen Blick bemerkte, und ihr auffiel, dass sie ihn über mehrere Sekunden angeschaut hatte, passte sich die Farbe ihrer Wangen der ihrer Haare und ihres Rucksack an und beschämt rubbelte sie die Spitze des stumpfen Stiftes über das Papier. Merkwürdig.Es dauerte.