I really cannot remember what he looked like except that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered, open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes...though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me.They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their points. "If this fat Mexican doesn't kill us first we'll be there in two minutes. What's the situation?" Two in the car out front, two in the lobby; a couple are going to need medical attention but they're all alive. I've got the boss in here with us. He's not going anywhere, but I need a way out of here and we've got to get Britney home. I don't know what we're going to tell her parents. I'm sure they called the police hours ago and..." No," Britney interrupted. "They had me call home first and tell. As I stood in my cubicle with these skimpy bikini bottoms exposed I realised the person in front of me was a local rough neck thug that liked a drink and only came into the toilet to keep warm and dry.My heart sunk with the thought of being caught with my trousers down but to my amazement he began to stroke my arse and pushed my head down onto his cock which my mouth gleefully accepted so I was sucking his lovely cock as he reached into his pocket to reveal a condom which was soon wrapped. " She teased again. "You love creampies. Well, let's make one now. I want Marion to taste one of our specials".Bill began to bump and grind away. Because he nearly came while getting his asshole reamed by Marion, it did not take long for him to shoot his load into his wife's wet, hot box. He pumped and pumped and pumped, until he was exhausted. He then collapsed on the bed, and Diane rolled over onto her back, and reached down to pinch her pussy lips closed, thereby trapping all of Bill's cum.