She sat back down on the sofa. She sipped her whiskey and looked at me. “Now Brian. You said i got very pretty feet. What is that all about” I was...still embarrassed by all this. “I don't know. Pretty feet” One of her nylon feet came back on the sofa again. She wiggled her nylon toes for me again. “Come on tell me. What does it mean to have very pretty feet Brian” Now she started stretching and pointing her pantyhose foot. Oh my god i can't stand this. “OK. Ill tell you all about it. Hold on. Ok. She found the only way to get an adequate amount was to push the ball then quickly purse her lips and suck noisily at drips of water formed on the spout, lastly cleaning the last few drops of moisture with her tongue, before pushing the ball in again and repeating the process. He was right, the water was a little bitter, but it didn't matter. After many minutes of tongue thrusting, sucking and sluping, her thirst was finally quenched.She looked up and he was watching her. When he saw she was. He came with a disappointed look on his face and said, “What??”. I told him to sit next to me and he did the same.I said, “Are you angry with me. Michael said, “Yes, my best friend banged you mom”. I interrupted and said, “I won’t say whatever you saw was wrong. But I would say that your friend and I were just satisfying your sexual needs”. Michael said, “That doesn’t prove you innocent!!” I said, “Do you want to see my happy Michael?”.He said, “Yes”. So I proceeded to say, “See Michael, after. Not exactly the best photo quality in the world.Instead of sitting and waiting for the lunch traffic to diminish, she went to the food court for a bite to eat, and then returned to a mall bench near the machine. The foot traffic finally slowed, and she couldn't see anyone in the area other than an almost elderly black man at a shoe shine stand near the entrance. She quickly walked to the machine and inserted the coins before ducking into the booth and closing the curtain as fully as it would.