The road, unfortunately for his fancy uniform, was deep and muddy. His partner swung at me with his thin blade and I ducked. He thrust and advanced, i...n good form I had to admit; I retreated a step seeing a pale face at the door's window. When his next wild swing struck sparks for the iron wheel, I stepped up and disarmed him, twisted his numbed wrist up in the middle of his back, dislocated his shoulder and deposited him in the ditch, head first. It was about half filled with dirty water.I. I started using it as a way to vent and get what I really wanted off my chest.” I had been listening quietly while he spoke, noting how similar our self-discoveries had seemed to be, but after he mentioned the jokes I suddenly stopped. I could see his lips moving as he continued to tell me his story, but I was too focused on one thought to hear him. He had joked about me giving him a blow-job. “Wait a minute,” I think I cut him off as I spoke and it seemed to startle him. I know I should have. They both began rubbing their cocks, as I pulled my top up farther, until my breasts were fulling exposed. I pulled the top off over my head, and continued swaying to the music, with my breasts shaking and jiggling heavily in front of me, as I began to lower my bottoms.My bottoms were down to just above my pubis as I swiveled and gyrated my hips. Then, when my fat-lipped labia came into view, covered with a bush of neatly trimmed brown hair, the men’s cocks were hard. They looked huge in those. I instantly looked down at my own urinal. I was fully hard now, which was turning me on but was also kind of awkward but then I realized he wasn’t pissing at all. In fact he was playing with his boner. He wasn’t really hung, a bit smaller than average and a dark powerful bush was around his cut dick. It was fascinating me and when my glance on his pole was maybe just a bit too long he slowly moved his hands towards my crotch.All of a sudden the door opened and we turned back to our urinals when.