She had not seen her bucket since November: she could only hope it was still at the safe-house.The official and the two “nuns” walked the short di...tance between the scribes’ residence and the entrance to the Vice-Duke’s palace. Parts of the palace exterior had been within Danka’s range of view throughout the entire winter, but she never had set foot inside. The day was grim, rainy, and overcast, but Danka could feel a hint, just a hint, of spring in the air.Danka’s escorts led her through the. Against the wall to the right was a guy playing pocket pool watching a guy sucking cock in the stall. I moved to the farthest urinal while trying to restrain myself and not drop my pants and get my dick serviced. I had more in mind for my man clit. I released my semi hard cock and focused on pouring my golden load into the white porcelain piss pot. I heard the door open but really didn't pay attention to who came in. He straddled the urinal to my left and I looked at his tool still trying to. I studied both their faces as they fucked -- No, they did not fuck, they made beautiful love, just as a man and wife should. I felt jealous of the love they still so obviously had for each other. Angie and I had shared a similar love many years ago. The way they held each other’s gaze touched me deeply. She cradled his head in her palms as he stared down into her eyes and they kissed passionately as he gently fucked her. I watched his buttocks rise and fall while she drew her knees back, her. Theyalso stick out like pencil erasers. The sun is low on the horizon now. Mywhole body aches from one degree to another. I must be changing on theinside, too. But I still have my penis and my flat chest. Maybe this is allsome horrible practical joke and I'll wake up soon and find myself in a verynormal Night Skies Hotel, with cleaning staff knocking on my door. A searingbolt of heat, emanating from my crotch, spikes up through my chest. OUCH! Ah,hell, it's real. Something like that would've.