Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be describ...ed as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but. If I had waited too long, I’d have had to trot! There are about six or seven stalls along one wall in this washroom. I picked one about midway, rushed in and closed the door. Dropping my pants and underwear, my bum had hardly hit the toilet, when plop, my bowels moved. What a relief. I had just finished cleaning my butt and was just starting to pull up my pants and underwear when I heard the door open. I stopped and stayed on the toilet for a moment. The guy picked the stall beside me on my. Carl watched saddened as John penetrated deeper and deeper into Susan with his massive cock. John didn’t have to cover her mouth any more as she started to enjoy being fucked. She moaned out loud as she orgasmed. The sensation of her virgin cunt gripping John dick sent him over the edge and he came too. John zipped his pants up and left the apartment. Although Carl felt humiliated watching his wife fuck another man it still turned him on and he wanted to lose his virginity. He quickly removed. Im a guy. And he looked up in themirror and saw his own huge breasts, in the hands of two naked ladies,nipples bigger than any he had ever imagined, and those nipples wereleaking milk and cream down the sides of his breasts now that the twoMoniques had stopped sucking on them for a moment. I'm a guy hethought, and looked again in the mirror at his pussy, his pussy that hadanother Monique with her face right in it, and a plate of spaghettiright beside it. Another Monique came out, this one.