I went faster and faster. Finally I was feeling the urge to cum again, I held back for as long as I could this time. They knew something was about to ...happen... but before, they were yards away from me and didn't really see up close what happened when I came. This time they were mere inches away. I could feel their breath on my cock, when the heat of it touched my round, moist head, I began shooting my load again. I aimed carefully as I could at the ground in front of them and between them, but. Jean was frequently mistaken for a lesbian, something we both joked about. Jean would re-arrange price tags at stores when no one else was looking. Jean had this lovely peach-fuzz around her slit, which would massage my face while I went down on her. Jean watched Jeopardy every day she could and yelled the answers at the TV. Jean was a straight-A college dropout. You see my dilemma? I want to capture all of Jean Martel, but how do you fit a person into a block of text without slicing them to. It was more like dry fucking on the dance floor, but she was so sexy I didn't want to stop it. Her lithe body was rubbing up and down mine. She gyrated her big ass on my crotch getting me hard intentionally. She faced me and gave me a knowing face. She rubbed her chest on mine and I could she her nipples harden underneath her red dress. I rubbed my thumbs over one and she moaned into my ear. I pulled a breast out right there on the dance floor and sucked and bit on the nipple and she moaned and. A few more trips into the Ladies Room and I became aware that suddenly, I preferred it. The women so much more friendly there, the solidarity when a guy entered the room, the joy as he was successfully kicked… Ahhh. This was more my style. Then one day a little while after I first entered, a name I remembered from the regular chat rooms from before I took a break on Lush… You know who you are. You talked to me, you made friends with me, like nobody else had before. I found myself falling for.