Every so often, I noticed that his thumbs would graze over James' anus, and every time he did, that puckered hole would flinch. By this time, my panti...s were quite wet. I don't know why, but I have always gotten aroused by man on man action. It's so taboo. It's so secret. It's so erotic. Little by little, Paul's hands left the cheeks and concentrated on that tight hole. He licked one finger, making it shiny and wet. Rubbing it over James' rosebud, I watched him put more and more pressure. It. On the way she collects the newspaper and entering the kitchen, perches on a work bench top and starts reading the paper.Ian enters, she looks up from the paper, smiles and extends her arms to him, indicating that he should give her a good morning kiss.He approaches; Alexis' legs are slightly apart; as Ian comes up to her to kiss her she parts her legs so that he can stand between them.In the past she had experienced the pressure of his erect penis against her lower abdomen. This time it is. But I have no choice. No, you don't. So toilet bowl water it is. That might reduce my stink for the time being. I could wash my shorts in the bowl too, but it's far from a washing machine. Without my shorts, I need to have something covering myself and there is no fig leaf around. I can still try washing my shorts and see if I can get away with it after they dry. Dry? How long you going to be in this stall? What about the movie? What about your friends looking for you right now, outside? You. Just to remember yesterday. "Fits perfect, thank you!" I said I was admiring my new tuxedo for my final school dance, it was black and had a black bow tie. This was the last dance of my school life, we were all eighteen and about to depart to college. Our school had rented this rather fancy place which was especially made for weddings and events of this type, so it was important that we all looked our best. The Girls normally went overboard by buying dresses costing amounts that could feed poor.