We both know that even if you brought someone back to his great home there would be a stick between their legs, thus making him a guy.Tom: I never sai...d anythingCharlie; You didn’t have to Tom; I caught you adjusting your crotch each time you left my company. Funny thing, there were no females anywhere around but plenty of guys.Tom: Ah, I don’t think so Charlie.Charlie: Yea, you don’t think so, then why do your jeans have a wet spot in the front.Wet Spot on your Jeans TommyTom: They don’t; it’s. .. I noticed, then, the two promissory notes sticking out of a pocket on my backpack. I took them, slipped on my shoes and headed out into the world, alone, for once.I don’t know why I went like that, in retrospect. I guess I just felt like a bad ass, ready to set on fire anyone who dared give me trouble.First off, I found a banker, and had my promissory notes changed into coin. This proved to be a little bit more challenging than I though, not because the banker gave me any sort of trouble at. The force was incredible, the angle hitting the roof of her pussy in unbelievable ways. The warmth filled her entirely, it felt like even her womb flooded! The last few spurts of Sams piss were as painful as the first for him. After he had stopped he breathed hard and felt the emptiness of his body, similar to cumming for the first time in days. He soon realised his body was soaked with back spray, his trousers unwearable and his clean floor…flooded. He shook his head. Rose was speechless, her. I was about to put the hair brush back in my purse and I dropped it. I bent over to pick it up, making sure I opened my legs enough that he got a really good view. I had barely got the brush back in my purse when he walked over and asked if I would mind if he sat with me. I replied, not at all, patting the sofa cushion next to me.I am one of those gurls who finds it incredibly difficult to say no to a man or to any kind of sexual advance from them. It has to be something that I am adamantly.