Spunk queens in my mags

I used to love walking round the baregirl bookshops, in my 'dirty' mac and wank-trousers, cap and boggle-eye glasses, even on hot days. On my most excited days I'd often get hard walking through the shop door and seeing the lady serving, my knob would be throbbing as I picked lots of mags off the shelves, sometimes I'd see an absolute Girlie-Goddess on the cover and knobby would be instantly spunking in my pants as I gasped and shuddered - I know sometimes the ladies saw me, though if I was in a newsagent and that happened, I'd hide it.