I like to dress sexily. I liked it when guys found me attractive. But I would never have knowingly allowed any boy to look up my skirt, whether I was ...wearing underwear or not. I would certainly not have allowed eight boys to stare at my exposed sex for an extended period of time. I would have been mortified.I was doing it now though. I was still embarrassed. I was more embarrassed now than when I had spent the even in the nude at The Hideaway. But I was horny enough to fuck all eight of those. .” Father Jim imagined he detected the faintest hint of a smirk in her tone – but of course it was impossible to tell...“And then,” continued Bernie, “there was the anal. Sometimes when we were making love he’d wet his finger with... well, you know... and then he’d reach round and try to stick it in there. I really didn’t like it – and of course he never forced me; I mean, he’s a kind man, he’d never do anything nasty – but it was clear he was disappointed...”“Oh Jesus motherfucking Christ,”. Thick gobs of cum shoot out of my cock onto the towel I have placed over the keyboard. Jeez, it feels good. I stroke for a minute more, enjoying the fact that he has seen me jerk off and cum and vice versa. We thank each other and resume our chat. ============== Rod: The guy asks me if I want to see him cum. I reply hell yeah!! He gets up off the seat, letting his pants fall to the floor. He grabs his cock and aims it at the open toilet. His fist slowly jerks his cock shaft and his foreskin. "Do you want this?" he asked me, and moved to stand right in front of me. His crotch was at my eye level.He moved a hand down and started rubbing himself suggestively, right in front of me as I sat there, mute... looking..."You want this, don't you?" It wasn't a question. He knew my answer. He unzipped himself as he stood there over me, then reached in and pulled out his penis. It was semi-hard. Jet black. Shiny. Growing. I wanted it. He was giving it.... it was a lovely looking cock. The kind.