So many sex minded people with the same tastes as me. I find images of mounds cupped and divided by tight material and let myself imagine the pleasure...s contained. Almost without realising I am touching my cock lightly. Gentle squeezes on the tip, flat palmed strokes down the shaft, pressure of the whole against my body – feeling the heat. Then I raise my hips and slide my underwear off. My prick flicks up against my stomach and I enjoy the sensation of exposure. More images are sought, getting. Once outside, initially, the coolness was a relief from the heat of the hall, as it was a bit cool we hurried along the street. Arm in arm, she told me she had a really nice time and was glad to have met me, telling me how nice I was. She seemed to be taking the lead as to where we were going, turning down a side street that was a lot darker than the main street. I put my arm around her waist and steered her into a doorway, there we started to kiss. She took my face in both her hands and like. I could not close my legs or clench the cheeks of my ass. Helplessly Isat there, knowing what was about to happen was not preventable. It wasnow a matter of seconds until the first squirt came out.Into my ballgag I "mmmphed" as my guts began their emptying out. Noisy,smelly and most uncomfortable it was and like the paddling, it seemedlike the gushing would not quit. All I could do was sit there, groanand let the bubbling inside me come out no matter how long it took."Oh are you ever a bad. "Amanda glanced at him, her eyes roaming his face, as if looking for any indication that he knew more than he was letting on. "I spent some of it at the park," she said, her voice edgy."Just the park?" Well, mostly the park."Frank's mind raced. He need this to focus on, and hoped Amanda would forgive him later for grilling her. "Were you with anyone?"But he had not expected the brief look of panic in Amanda's face at that point. He slowly put his cup of coffee down."Um..." Were you? I mean....