I bent as if instinctively, and pressed my full lips onto his furrowed brow, as trying to suppress the wrinkles that were not there, as I stooped, my ...anging breasts were in full view as the fabric opened with its loose fitting, my erect nipples breathing air, hardened by their exposure to such young eyes, I stood back up and continued my short journey to the wall mirror, my buttocks now in view, I stopped and admired my calm demeanor, the reflection showing him locked onto my fleshy rear, I. Does he know what I'm thinking? I don't know what comes over me, but I quickly retreat to the bathroom in the corner of the restaurant. After bending over and peeking under the stall doors to make sure no one else is there, I choose my own stall and secure the door. My hand plunges down my panties with a ferocious need, finding my aching clit. I feel the wetness he drew out of my pussy with his words. Leaning against the stall wall, I go to work strumming, rubbing, circling. This will be quick.. "I wanted to interview one of you, so that I could show theworld that you men fight for a cause, and you aren't the cold bloodedkillers most non-Muslims believe you to be."The man roared with laughter once again. "You expect me to believe thatdribble, you Jewish Israeli slime." Actually, I'm an American from Fresno, California, and I'm a Christian;Presbyterian to be exact." What's the difference? You're all the same. We can't convert younon-believers, so we will have to kill you." You're off. She stood – wearing a sultry grin – and then turned to face toward the fire. Her ass looked astounding in her hot pink tights. She lifted her left foot, and then looked back over her shoulder at him. He didn’t need to be told to slip off her cute little boot, and then her sock. Once both her feet were bare, she bent over low, thrusting her sexy ass toward him, and began to peel down her tights. Her panties went down with them – not that they would have covered much of anything if she’d left.