Spunk queens in my mags

How I loved going into bookshops and buying a whole stack of 'dirty' mags. Specially shops where ladies served. Obviously I had a huge stock of mags but even so every time I went into a shop I was gobsmacked. Sometimes I'd be so worked up I'd go in with an erection, and knobby would soon be throbbing as I looked at the lovely photos on the covers. Sometimes I'd spunk my pants in the shop before I'd even paid for the mag.