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I said that I had to get dressed before we left the pubs, but one time Ethan dragged me outside, still naked, and straight into one of the taxis that was waiting outside. You should have seen the taxi driver’s little bearded asian face. I don’t know how we managed to get back to the dorm without crashing because every time that I looked his eyes were in the mirror looking at me as Ethan and I made-out in the back. Part 02c – In the Denim Hairy Shop Ethan getting me naked in public isn’t just restricted to bars. One Saturday when we were in town we went passed a little shop that just sold Denim clothes. One of the mannequins in the window was wearing a mini, bib pinafore dress and I happened to say that I liked it. Ethan’s immediate reaction was to take me inside and select a few for me to try on. He promised to buy me whichever one that I liked best. With 4 dresses over my arm we went looking for the changing room. It didn’t take long because the shop was so small that it only had one changing room; and that was a curtain across one corner. It was anything but private. There were mirrors on the 2 walls and the curtain formed the third side of the triangle. The thing was, the curtain was only just wide enough and you had to spend a few seconds asian getting it just right. Of course Ethan wanted to watch me get changed, which meant that the curtain was half open and I was exposed to half the shop. That didn’t bother me and I knew that Ethan wouldn’t mind. After all, I was getting new clothes out of it and there was every chance that I would be getting a pleasurable evening as well. I was naked within seconds and putting the first dress on. It was nice, but didn’t feel like ‘me’. I’d fully opened the curtain to be able to spin round to see the full effect of the dress. Ethan had stood back to get a better view. He wasn’t the only one getting a good view. A man was looking through japanese some jeans on a rack right outside the changing room and I bet that he didn’t know which pair of jeans he’d just looked at. I didn’t close the curtain as I started to take the dress off and try the second one on. As I pulled the second dress on I looked at Ethan, and for the other man. I wanted to make sure that he was getting a good show. That one man had become three men, all fumbling with something on the clothes rack. James at least was careful to put the middle-aged woman’s body as carefully as he could back into its original position, and having wiped her down after recovering from his bout of illness, he was at least moderately sure that whatever evidence was left of his adventures would be flushed down the drain when they cleaned her insides out during the embalming process, so most likely he would be in the clear in that regard. No one deserved to have that happen to them. “Yeah, it does.” She is bouncing back towards me, the smile on her face and sparkle in her eyes a great sign of things to come. “I see,” I replied, trying very hard to contain my rising sense of victory inside. As the ride got going, and we got higher, and higher, Kim put her hand on my thigh, and Candice grabbed my arm. "This would hurt at first" “Hey, Marilyn is cute and I really think she has something more in mind than just holding hands and a quick little good-night peck. I am afraid he won't be any help for two minutes." The whole setting, and the build-up was too much for me. I mean, getting a not-at-all-unenthusiastic fellatio from a petite twelve-year-old-looking boy, in an outdoors pool… I felt that it would be a poor reward to shock him by ejaculating down his throat unexpectedly, and as such I pulled out. “I deserve this for being such a naughty brat!” I howled. She would always call Pete “sweetie” or asian “hun” or “sugar” which as innocent as it was, it was enough to cause Pete to immediately run up to his room right after they’d leave and jerk his hard prick off just thinking about her in those tight little shorty shorts and daydream of plug stuffin her keister right there on his front porch! And, judging by your actions you were't putting up any resistance after Haranga's big black cock found a home in your throat. When Mom arrived I saw she was japanese crying. She was a great girl, funny, smart and Hairy even pretty. This was my first time to the West Coast and here my first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean.