This allows me to remain in a less conspicuous spot until the situation went liveNow it was just a matter of time. I got lucky after a few days, clea...rly seeing movement reflected in the car window and moving into position while trying to maintain a casual demeaner. I glanced upwards being greeted By the distinctive colour of flesh moving around. I tried to maintain a casual pose so as not to alert onlookers as my excitement levels accelerated The reflection was pretty decent allowing me to. He also informed me I was not to remove or reapply my makeup. The guy thanked me and said he would look forward to seeing me again. He left the washroom. I sat and calmed myself. I reached around and touched my ass. Small spots of blood were on my finger from the bite, and I could feel the raised lump. I adjusted my skirt and left the stall; I walked over to the mirror and looked at my face. Luckily it was not too bad, just a lot of mascara smudges. I slowly crept out of the washroom.I did not. " "I doubt it." "I told you you're not dirty enough for me." "Oh yeah? And how many girls have you fucked in the ass before?" "A few." "Really?" "Yeah. It's the best." "Maybe for you." "Hey, the girls enjoyed it too!" "Yeah, I'm sure they did." I let the subject drop, but unfortunately my dick did not. As westarted the next game I found myself staring at Jen, imagining her on her hands and knees sucking some guy's dick while she gets fucked from behind. In fact I was so distracted that she. Now if I had been born a girl then I would probably still remember my first kiss in every detail, but I don't, mainly because i'm a guy. And growing up with those male raging hormones I, like most, was more interested in reaching the next rung of that ladder. Sex is more often compared to a baseball game. The players, men, in a hurry quite happy to skip first base and steal second, or third, or dare I say it Home Plate. The umpires, women, make sure that the proper rules are followed and that.