If anyone’s in touch with Miss Angela I’d LOVE Her to see this!Back in the 70s and 80s, when mags were lovely – not too explicit for a useless w...impy girl-worshipping wanker like me - I always assumed the girls that pose would never let men touch them, or ‘do stuff’. It just seemed impossible for those lovely girls to do anything sordid like that. I didn’t buy porn, the stuff that sometimes they were allowed to sell in Soho. It wasn’t until the Internet came along, and in recent years, as I surf. Owen saw his cock, smiled and said, "Wow, looks like you've got something growing down south." Jackson smiled, blushing slightly and said, "Yeah I see you have, too." It was true, Owen's cock had grown since they had gotten in the shower. "Yeah I have been pretty horny lately since I don't have as much time as I used to to jack off." "Would you mind if I jacked off now?" "Sure!" Jackson almost shouted. "In fact I think I'll join you," he said. "All right," Owen mumbled. Both the boys began to. Once inside my bladder she said that she was going to start filling me up and I would have an urge to pee. It was an almost erotic feeling as she looked through the scope. She slowly drained my filled bladder and withdrew the scope. She excused herself to wash her hands. Upon returning, re-gloved with new, sterile gloves, she retrieved a sterile,18 fr. stainless steel sound, one of a set of six sounds on the instrument tray ranging from 18 fr. to 28fr. She applied Polysporin antibiotic ointment. "If you drink much more of this I think you'll sleep away your last day."When Deanna had leaned over to take the drink, the deep opening of her garment billowed, giving the young man an impressive unobstructed look at the charms beneath. Wes knew if he didn't get out of here soon, he'd burst just from the friction of his uniform against his hardened cock."Wes, it was no accident that I ran into you tonight." Deanna said with a smile. "I really didn't have any late night appointment." You.