The lady behind the counter then called over to the hot guy after hubby came back over."Let me help you Missy." He had such a deep voice, and I melted...as I dropped the bag I had in my hand. I bent over to get it, then I felt a huge hand brush up my thigh and stroked me to my ass. I must have turned three shades of red because hubby asked if I was alright.I'm just hot, tired, and need a shower I think I told him thinking fast. We were off to the suite,and I felt this hot guy staring at me all. "You mean I'm not as good."I swear I'm gonna slap her upside the head. Then I'm driving back to Washington to kick her step-dad in the ass. I thought about just lying down and going to sleep, but self-esteem issues weren't her fault, it was her step-dad, and probably her real dad before him. I had the advantage of parents who always told me I could do anything and made me believe. Of course, they lied a lot; they told Traci the same thing."I mean Robbie's more energetic. I love making it with. Reaching down to her skirt, i hitched it up over her hips and watched as she wriggled out of her thong, discarding it on the cubicle floor as my fingers made their way between her legs, her thighs parting just enough for my fingers to slip over her moist pussy, for a couple of minutes i rubbed and teased her clit as she continued wanking me, her wetness increasing all the time until i was able to slip a finger between her delicate pussy lips, sarah gasped as i began to ease one, and then a. I don't know what she was expecting to see, but there was nothing to be scared of or surprised by. It was a typical adult bookstore booth-- one chair, a screen, a slot for dollar bills, and two arrow buttons to change channels. No gloryhole. I went down the row and checked each one, and she slowly followed a few steps behind me. They were all the same, except the last two booths. Between them, from about your waist to your ankles, the wall was cut out and replaced by a window (probably.