" I felt my balls tingling. I exploded into Joan's cunt and all over Jim's cock. Jim grunted, "I have to come. Now." I felt him come all over my cock.... It was a wonderful sensation. Joan went over the edge. She wailed, "I'm coming, meeeeee, cocks, cocks." We gently extricated our selves out of Joan. We let out a collective sigh of contentment. I said, "Let's order some room service." I called in three steaks and baked potatoes and some chocolate mouse for desert. We all cuddled again, waiting. “Up!” she snapped and sat back on the sofa.I lay, face in my arms, for a few moments before slowly and carefully getting to my feet. I tried to avoid looking down on Elaine, who got to her feet and looked down at my cock. It was still erect and Mrs. Beltham tutted loudly.“Let’s see if Auntie Kirsty can get rid of that, shall we?” She smiled as Kirsty Maitland replaced her on the sofa.Kirsty Maitland was very similar to Pauline Manson. They both had short, brown hair, small breasts and were of a. The bus was pretty full and we didn't have privacy after all but that was somehow turning me on even more.We started talking and he was looking into my eyes while touching my legs every once in a while. We started to get more flirty and the he said he wanted to buy me some yogurt. I immediately knew what he was talking about and replied that I would love his yogurt. In the meantime I gently rubbed his finger and bite my lip. This kind of conversation went on for a while until we arrived at the. You are overcome with self-consciousness; your face and your clothes still visibly coverd in a mans cum; you, an obvious man in womens clothing; your own cum starting to dribble from your crotch down you stockinged legs. You run as fast as you can in your heels to your car and drive homes quickly as you can. You lie awake all night thinking about it; trying to rationalise what happened. You convince yourself that your feeling of revulsion confirms that you are not gay. Maybe this event will.