I felt tense and jittery, as if some unspoken rule had just been broken. I felt self-conscious standing there in nothing but my white hose.“Mom, hav... you seen my hairbrush?” she asked. Was that a slight crack in her voice? Was it just me again or were her eyes creeping down toward my body? Why was my heart beating faster?“Yes sweetie, I have it right here.” I chirped out. I grabbed the brush off of my vanity and held it out for her, again feeling nervous and planted to the spot. She slowly. I knew several of the toilets and chose one close to where i lived, i went in the daytime and was amazed at the amount of graffiti on every wall, plus there were holes between the cubicles as different levels, plus of course there was the smell! Now anyone who knows those type of toilets and has been in them will know just what i mean about the smell, it is always the same no matter where the toilet is. I looked at the messages, the numbers and other images that were everywhere, and for some. His darting tongue leaves me moaning and I begin u*********sly to rock my hips slightly. He looks up at me and he sees my look of pleasure. The pleasure is pure and wonderful. His tongue has found the spot as he uses the fingers on his left hand to spread my pussy lips apart and I feel one of his fingers now slide easily into my tight, but moist pussy. I let out a loud moan and rock harder. The pleasure is too much, I gasp and moan and gasp and grab my breasts as I climax amidst his. It seemed like less than a minute before another captor walked in the door, completely naked, and sporting a large dark red hard on. He climbed on the bed, between my raised spread legs, and pushed his cock into my pussy. My love hole was, of course, open and easily received his swollen shaft, but it shocked me into reality. I had no time to react or think, because he immediately started pumping away at me. Despite the abruptness of all this, I was certainly game for another go. He steadily.