The toilet was rectangular with a porcelain urinal running down one wall and opposite a row of wooden doors, no one was in there and I had time to exp...ore my environment, of course I had been in public toilets before to have a piss but now my senses seemed to be heightened, the smell of disinfectant , urine and male sex….. a heady cocktail.I went into a cubicle and noticed lots of graffiti and writing on the walls and doors, “meet me here for cock fun” etc and crude drawings of spurting cocks. It took only about thirty more seconds of her eagerly sucking my cock to make my balls tighten up and knowing what was about to happen I shouted “I’m going to cum.” To my pleasant surprise Lia just kept sucking and as my cock squirted warm cum down her throat she tried her best to swallow all of it but when she sat up there was a little dripping out the corners of her mouth. Without a doubt it was the best blow job I ever had and as she was licking her luscious lips clean I told her “That. I’m just like the others- anyone who dared to dream and ended up short. The tragedy with a happy ending. Such is the goal.Cheryl was the woman I was just getting to know, injecting dope in front of me, and yet I wanted her all the more. How many years has she been into that? Her language almost alien. And yet every thought was for my understanding, as though she were here by some cosmic coincidence. But these thoughts come a mile a minute. All of this stuff will be buried one day, and I will. Charlotte wasn't totally innocent. She had seen animals, after all, and she knew about girls who had needed to get married. "Anyway," her mother finished, "you might think it strange, at first. But it grows pleasant later. And it is part of being a wife, part of being a woman." Very well, mother, I will do my duty." Actually, if the kisses were part of it, she thought that it might grow pleasant quite soon. Not soon enough, of course. The wedding would be months away."Would Charlotte Larson.