Then I stepped over the old drunk and pulled my pantyhose down and sat on his lap. This way I could see if anyone came snooping around and could also ...ontrol the action. I grabbed his smelly old boner and pushed the purple head against my dripping slit. Then I wiggled my ass on him and massaged his stiff prick into my slit. As he sank into me he groaned drunkenly and sat upright, hugging me from behind. Here I was allowing some homeless derelict to stick his unprotected dick into me. My mind. The advantage of going as a man in drag was the fun of going out as a man in panties but the disadvantage was that in the pictures the men in drag seemed to have shorts on under their skirts rather than panties so maybe I would be ridiculed if I wore panties. The disadvantage of going as a woman was that Sally Anne and I could not kiss and cuddle without getting odd looks and who knows I might get picked up by another guy but the advantage was the fun of dressing as a sexy schoolgirlI decided. "Is that what I think it is?" M asked but there was no answer just soft moans.He caressed it a bit--it was hot and very hard, giant veins bulged out of the sides when he squeezed it. It was huge, much bigger than his own--at least 8 inches, rod straight and capped with a huge mushroom head. He gripped the base tightly and held it, feeling J's pulse quicken as he did. M began rubbing J's balls. J began to writhe and groan. J's hand reached down from the top bunk and M pressed his rock hard. She was in her mid-forties, married with grown kids. The peaks of her nipples stuck out; they looked like they were hard enough to cut glass. I answered her trivia and headed for the restroom. All three stalls were empty, as usual. Not many men played bingo, they just came to the VFW to drink, tell stories and maybe score on a lonely housewife. “Good timing,” I thought. I stepped into the last stall, pulled my cock out and started stroking. As I closed my eyes, I could see Melissa’s nipples.