Asimple task of walking had become a sex act, and several time I wasforced to slow down or stop, pretending to fiddle with my luggage, orelse I would ...cum right there and than, in the middle of the crowd. In theairport, I saw several cute girls in really tight jeans, just like mine,and I smiled knowingly, looking at their compressed legs, butts andcrotches, knowing and feeling exactly what they felt.I passed through security with no incident, though bending down to takemy shoes off did force an. So I thought to buy her a pair of yoga pants and tops for her exercise sessions as a surprise.I ordered two pairs of yoga pants – one light purple track and a matching purple half-sleeve night dress kind of top and other light grey track and a matching grey top. After buying, I thought that this would be too much, and it would create unnecessary doubts. So I hid them in my rack.After a week, one day, my mom asked me, “I found some yoga dresses in your rack. Are they yours?” I didn’t know what. "I don'tcount. John wants the five to be NEW cocks for you to blow. So mycunt-lipped friend, you've got four more to munch before the end of theday. And, I'll be watching, keeping count." Shit," was all Daniel could say as he walked away leaving Justin with hissweats still around his ankle, his wet shrunken cock hanging loose.After Daniel had taken care of cleaning and picking up the locker room andshower, he made the rounds again through the pool, the work-out floor andthe lobby. He kept. ‘C’mon, I can feel it.’ Then it crashed, engulfing her whole body, her limbs shaking. She pulled him deep into her mouth, nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen. Her hand was soaked by her juices, and she pressed them harder and harder into her, against her clit, trying to make it last longer. ‘Oh yeah, baby,’ he said. ‘C’mon, keep going.’ She did, pulling her mouth from his cock, hugging his legs tight, her body shaking, gasping as her orgasm ripped through her. When her breathing returned.