She was wearing a little vest top under her light jacket, the top clinging to her pert little tits. She had on a skimpy pair of dark shorts that show...d her arse off superbly, and black knee-high socks. I went up to her"Hi, didn't see you this morning" Nah" Sophie replied "I've not been in college today. It's my birthday so I've been out celebrating, hehe" Ah, in that case, happy birthday" I said, leaning in and giving Sophie a peck on the cheek."Thanks" she said, throwing her arms round me. She had been married and divorced and was always in on and off relationships. She lived with her 7 year old son in an apartment in a house.I was an avid motor bike rider at the time and needed a place to keep my bike after my Grandmother died, and the house was sold. She let me keep my bike in the garage where she parked her car.Anyway we started getting closer and closer. I was spending a lot of time with the two of them. Being 19 and horney I started getting attractions towards her. When I. They wore out, it seemed, one after another.And now was Paula's own daughter starting on this shameful road of unending physical hunger? Was this some genetic curse that descended in her family from mother to daughter?My God, what was going on out there now?Paula could see that the beautiful young teenager had raised her head from Danny's throbbing penis, a thin string of lubricating fluid trailing from her full young lips. She seemed to be beckoning to someone behind her, Paula couldn't see. There was three cubical's, all empty, so I took the one against the wall, closed the door and sat down and let my pee flow.I was shaking in a mixture of fear and sexual excitement, what if I was caught, would I surrender? I looked all around the stall and the crude depictions drawn on the wall to represent my pussy, girl's names willing to fuck men, and as I soaked in the reality of where I actually was, someone came in and started to pee into the urinals. I peered through an opening and I.