How wrong he was!A few streets away from where Phyllis lived, there was a pub, filled every night with heavy-drinking men. Late that night, she wheele... the urinal outfit round the back of the pub in a shopping trolley, and carried it through into the gents while no one was looking. Inside, she put it on the floor between two proper urinals, and squeezed herself into it. Then she waited. The long, agonising, yet strangely enjoyable wait.After half an hour, a slightly tipsy man entered. He. My hand had aready moved south and was massaging her perfect round butt. I reached around and undid the button on her jeans and slowly unzipped them allowing me to slide my hand in between her jeans and her panties. As my hand slid up and down her ass, her jeans slowly began to work their way off her butt. A couple of pushes with my hand and a couple of kicks of her legs and the jeans were laying in a pile in the end of the bed. My right hand was now free to slide up and down her inner. Me: Are you sure baby?Kelly: Yes.She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she let the head of my dick enter her ass.Suddenly her eyes and mouth opened wide. She looked like she was in pain but she kept sliding lower and lower on my cock til it was all the way inside her. When it was finally in she collapsed onto my chest and I could feel her tears hitting me. As she laid there I slowly slid about an inch of my dick in and out of her ass until she stopped crying and let out a soft moan. I. I remember telling Lynda about him & was surprised when she said it didn't bother her,in fact she got turned on by two men having sex & often wished she could meet a gay couple to watch them having a fuck. I think the excitement got to me because I offered to have a man with her watching if the occasion happened. It did, a few days later, I was on a bus when I met Brian,& as we talked he told me he was gay & by my stop I had invited him to my flat for a coffee. Indoors I left Brian with his.