Locker rooms were the worst - I felt all those other girls were staring at me.You can probably imagine how I was with guys.I mean, I liked boys a lot....Still do, as you know. Even had fun with a few of them ... you know what I mean. But that nakedness thing really freaked me out. I'd be like "sure, second base, third base, bring it on ... but let's do it in the dark." I was just afraid of being examined, and judged. You know.Obviously I'm not so shy now. You're already aware of that, I suppose.I. I felt her pussy juice was flowing in my wrist. She stopped moving her ass. I told her I was about to cum. She pulled me on top of her and asked me to mouth fuck her.It was going only half way to her mouth. In a minute, I sprayed my hot luva in her mouth. She was gagged for a second, swallowed as much as she could, rubbed the rest to her face and boobs. She sucked my limp cock clean. She was sleeping on my stomach and playing with my cock. She was a married, experienced woman, knew the game. I. Did she swallow? No I let it dribble out on his trousers. He was amess. It served him right. Even then he was suggesting that I became hisbit on the side. His cock was lovely but not that lovely. Had she come?Oh yes she had come earlier on the dance floor. He had been caressingher clit as they snogged. Very satisfactory.What about Sam? Skins both ways, she had been expertly manipulated byher partner and had come two times, she had reciprocated but had been alittle disappointed with the size and. Instead of responding with a yes or no, she surprised me by asking: "What would you do with the pictures?" Did not see that one coming. I said that I would do exactly what she wanted me to do with them, including deleting them if she asked. Then I said, "I wish you had asked me what I would want to do with them, instead."She looked at me: "OK, what would you want to do with them?"The moment of truth. I had gotten this far and was determined not to retreat. "Post them on the internet, and hope.