She liked the party life and she liked being part of the action. She craved attention and she didn't care if it was from the men or the women–she wa...s just as comfortable with either sex.She also didn't limit herself to one partner or even one at a time. She had been in straight, lesbian, threesomes, foursomes, and even a gangbang or two. She had roleplayed as a whore, a naughty Catholic schoolgirl, a sex slave in BDSM scenes, the sexy secretary, and even as a baby girl. Anything that at the. She didn't care she did not take the time to make herself up today, not that she needed to anyway. One day out of the hundreds she didn’t give a damn. She had asked a few friends for a ride home but they were busy. She had wished Kate had gotten off class earlier so she could get a ride home with her. The afternoon came and the walk home was longer. A lot longer. "If he doesn't see me or hear me I'll be alright." She thought to herself. She took the long way around another street, the only. I sat, gobsmacked by what I had just seen and slowly rubbing the length of my stiff cock through my trousers. It was no good I had to release my cock from its confined quarters and stroke it properly. I had the window down and the summer air felt good as it gently blew around my now free and throbbing cock. I checked around, good, no one about. I slowly started to stroke my full length, running the sight I had just seen through my mind, her pussy was beautiful, neat, lower lips glistening in. I watched his hand go to his own crotch and he pushed and adjusted himself. There was a huge bulge where his hand was.He gets up from the stool, excusing himself to every one else, and heads toward the bathroom. It happens the bathroom is just opposite where I am sitting. He goes in not quite shutting the door completely. My eyes follow him and see that he has opened the fly of his pants and released the bulge. I am amazed seeing my first penis, his, full blown and stiff in the bathroom. He.