Then cool as a cucumber he drops his shorts steps out of them with one leg kicks them in the air with the other, catches them and throws them to one o...f his mates in the crowd. It made the moment, everyone laughed and cheered, it really set the mood. His gorgeous eight incher was getting closer, I leaned forward kissed his tummy and said, "I'm glad it's you sir, your welcome to cum in my mouth and we'll put on good show for all your friends." He caught the vibe, he's an exhibitionist anyway. His. She could feel that promising hardness telling her Frank would soon be able to make good on his boast. After all, it had been two days since she’d had Frank’s big cock inside her and she wanted it. Unbuttoning Sally’s blouse, Frank probed for the breasts that were so familiar yet still such fascination. While he was his hands and mouth were occupied with the delightful orbs, Sally was unzipping her shorts and letting them drop to the ground. Still massaging her breasts with one hand, Frank. When I saw him enter the bar I'd recognized him immediately but it had taken him longer to figure out who I was since I was now dressed as a woman. We were halfway through our second drink and his hand was high up on my nylon clad thigh before I saw the light come on in his face as he recognized me. When he did his hand slid the rest of the way up under my skirt and rested on my panty covered dick. “John?” “Not anymore, sugar, call me Jenny,” I had replied with a smile and rested my dainty hand. " Puddin' time was a humiliating termof endearment Jack came up with to describe my masturbationprivileges. I felt so embarrassed using the term, especially in frontof Stacey. Jack usually grants me relief once a month, or twice ifI've been really good. My little clitty was swollen, presenting atiny bulge in my short shorts. Stacey glanced in my direction, notingmy little problem. "Awwww...no puddin' time for dixie-kins?" She tried to stifle agiggle as she turned back to her mirror and.