I am glad i recorded it all to re read and remeber all the fuzzy details i still masturbate thinking about it now more and more often. So recently not... searching but maybe subliminally I am cruising mens rooms at random locations and purposefully standing away from the urinals to show what maybe interested men i am willing. After close to a year of this behavior in a walmart restroom I found a middle aged man gazing at my cock as I shoot my stream. I couldnt believe it finally I thought so. "So am I," added Julie."You might as well clean up a little too," Sara said to Joan. "You look like hell." Thanks a lot." replied Joan. "I heard what Ron was saying downstairs, even if I wasn't responding too well. I always thought having your brains fucked out was just a myth, but after my twentieth or so orgasm, it was like I passed out with my eyes open." I think that happens to me at around my hundredth," answered Sara with her characteristic grin. "But I'm not sure because I've never. I got very good at fixing them and he even started to give me some small jobs for people he knew so i could make some money. It was much easier than doing yard work and paid way better.During our sexual time, Frank taught me a lot of things like about edging and how to control gagging. He said my gagging problem had to do with breathing and training my throat to accept having a cock there. i would lay on my back with my head hanging over the side of the bed and he would stick his cock in till. Her apparent discomfort only seemed to arouse Mark further and he pushed his thick cock deeper into her tightly gripping ass. Will walked over and stoked her hair in a loving fashion in an attempt to calm her, although his expression showed only lustful elation as she squirmed under his hand. “How’s that ass feel?” he asked Mark. “As good as last time?” “Better!” his friend answered, clenching his teeth as he began to draw his rigid pole back out with agonizing slowness. “It’s so fucking.