One Friday, about three in the afternoon, I am there and a guy is standing at the urinals. He looks about forty-years-old, is six feet tall and probab...y weighs about two hundred pounds. We are the only two guys in the washroom. I stand at the urinal next to him and ask, “How's it going?" Pretty good, you?" “Not too bad. It would be better if I could find a job.”When we both finish pissing, we continue to stand there with our dicks hanging out. I am peering over at his cock and he is looking at. " I figured," I said as my hand caressed her back and quickly found its way to her small round ass and gave it a playful squeeze. She squirmed a little and giggled, but didn't bother to swat my hand away. Instead she looked down and let her hand snake over a big bulge in my pants. I hissed only slightly and put my hand over hers. " Mmm... baby, not now. I'm really tired." She looked up, her full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. She knew I had to work long hours this week and it is. He was absent about fifteen minutes and when he came out he put the key back under the rock. He paused and stared at my house. I don’t think he knew I was home because my car was in the garage and I had been working upstairs in the back bedroom I used for an office. Under his arm he had a folded up piece of clothing. He went around to the passenger side of his car and handed what he had under his arm through the window to the woman.He then got into the driver’s seat and they sat there. I could. Anyway, at least I could imagine what Anna looked like under the work tracksuit, once I had seen her on that occasion.One Sunday, I was chatting with Anna at the soft play club when the subject of the work tracksuit came up. She was complaining light-heartedly about the clothes saying how big hers was."Can’t you get them to give you a better fitting one?" I enquired."No. I’ve tried. But they said that they had no more in my size and wouldn’t be getting anymore for some time," she said."That’s.