Anyways, I'm wi my mate George an' ee's just used this big werd."S'right," says George, blowin the froth off 'is beer. I ain't never too shore about t...e froth on the beer 'round 'ere, cos 'tis very likely that the glasses din't get rinsed proper like."Wassit mean then?" I sez. Well now, George 'as bin ter collidge like, an'ee usually knows big werds, ee come up wi demograffix once, but tha'sanother story."Well." 'ee sez, pickin' up his glass an' takin' a long shlurp, while I watches 'is. I growled with manfuck hunger and stared hot into his eyes after we broke the kiss. And then I stepped back from him and into the stall behind me. I watched him unleash that cock from his black slacks on his way into the adjoining one. He audibly continued to play with it once he closed the door and I just smiled. I also knew of my need to see more than just his hand on it, so I knelt before the hole in the wall and wagged my tongue out. He shook that cock at my tongue; seethed as he slapped it. ” Slipping his bag off his shoulder, he sat it down on the table and dug through it until he found the thumb drive he was looking for. It had several useful programs on it, including recently updated versions of powerful malware removal tools. Downloading as much porn as he did had its dangers, so he kept everything he needed close at hand for quick fixes. “I’ll need to restart it in safe mode first. It may take a few minutes to clean everything off, if this works.” “If you can fix it, you’re a. “I was touching her chest,” he said quietly.And that was the moment I decided to really cross the line. I wasn’t out of control. I wasn’t overwhelmed my desire. I made a choice.“Do you know to touch a woman’s breast?” I asked.“Of course,” he said.“Show me.”He held his hand out like he was cupping a phantom breast.“No,” I said. “Show me. Touch my breast.”“Grandma!” he started to.