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Was I not enjoying these ‘events’ because I was feeling guilty. Should I be feeling guilty? Other girls enjoy these things without feeling guilty so why should I? For the next few minutes I tried to think of reasons why I should feel guilty and the only thing that I could think of was my mother. She was the one who always tried to force her crazy religious ideas on me. The fact that my mother and her religious morals even came into my mind was enough for me to change my mind. From now on, if Ryan or anything else got me exotic aroused I was not going to feel guilty; I was going to go with the flow and have fun. I decided that Ryan DID know me better than I did. Then I thought about Ryan calling me an exhibitionist but my logic of if a girl is sexually aroused then it’s not her fault that she exposes herself, it’s just human female nature; she has no control over herself. No, I definitely am not an exhibitionist. We pedalled on and after a while I looked to my right. When I originally went into that room I’d thought that the wall to my right was painted blue but as I looked then I could see a naked girl swimming. “Blood hell! Another surprise; that Darren certainly does know how to show-off the girls.” I said to Abby. “Yeah,” Abby said; “I’ve already cum twice and I’ve only been here 30 minutes.” I had previously thought that I was lucky having made it for nearly 30 minutes without even one public orgasm. Then I decided that I wanted to have one; and cum while a man was looking at my pussy. How could I arrange that? Looking around I saw a man that I’d never seen before, standing near the bench for lifting weights. He didn’t look japan as though he knew what he was doing so I went over to him and asked him if I could spot for him. As I walked to him I tweaked and pulled my already hard nipples. He looked me up and down, grinned and said, “Yes please, but I’m not sure how these things work, this is my first time here.” “Don’t worry, I’ve spotted for quite a few people and I’ve seen what japanese they do.” I shuffled the bar stands down the bench a bit then told the man to lie on the bench. When he lay with the bar above his chest I told him that he needed to be further up the bench; that it would be more fun for him. He looked a bit puzzled but when I moved in and stood with my thighs either side of his head he said, “You were right, it is more fun.” I smiled to myself and wondered if I could cum with his face so close to my pussy. “Right,” I said, “lift the bar.” He did with ease. “Okay, let me put more weights on the bar.” I backed off and bent over to pick up another weight. As I did so I looked back at the man. He was looking at my butt and slightly spread legs. I turned and put the weight on one end of the bar. As I was screwing it in place I looked at his cock shorts. They had developed a tent. Bending over to pick up the other weight I again looked back and saw the man adjusting his tent. Weights screwed on I went back to standing over his face. This time I bent forward to put my hands under the bar. asian “That chain tastes nice.” The man said. “Naughty, naughty; you’re not supposed to touch me.” I jokingly said. "Come, come," he said as he shuffled into the room, 'and how exotic is my yugana yanagi?,"using the Japanese words for graceful willow, a name he had bestowed on her when she had wandered into his martial arts school over thirteen asian years ago. Ronja opened her mouth to respond, but was surprised by yet another kiss. After we had both cum a couple of times we were slowing down and trying different positions. I put on my robe and went to answer it. I laugh a little because he lifted up his hips like a girl letting a guy take off her panties. Suddenly I noticed how rock solid I was through cock my wet pants at the thought of all of this that japan prec-cum had started escaping. He said, like he was clairvoyant, “I wish I were there watching her lick your delicious pussy. They had their entertainment. Her knee brushed my testicles softly. “Hey, at least we’ve got blasters,” I japanese pointed out. I gasped in shock while the girls squealed again. Swimming and talking about nonsense while we had a couple of beers. The story you are about to read is true. I find the nub I'm looking for and make small circles with my thumb. “Did one of the flying beasts capture it?” he asked.