When I came back inside, my eyes searched the room for Sarah, but she was nowhere to be seen. Then I felt someone behind me – one hand grabbing my a...m, and the other hand pushing something into my pocket.“A gift for you,” said a voice I recognized as Sarah’s. I reached into my pocket, but she whispered in my ear, “Don’t take it out here.”So I ducked into the men’s toilets, locked the door in a stall, and reached in to my pocket. I pulled out a tiny black G-string. My cock hardened again, as I. Iclosed my eyes again and I could feel his mouth and his tongue alongmy stomach and then gliding back up along the wet skin and I felt sowarm and dizzy…I can’t describe it…I just kind of slid down the wall and landed on my ass and decided tolet him do whatever he wanted.I felt the floor underneath my bare back and I could feel his tongueall hot and all over, like underneath my breasts and before he startedsucking on my nipples they were standing up so hard they hurt…I. The area was a warren and sometimes used by tarts to see to their clients, along with courting couples and one or two voyeurs, which I suppose included me. The park also had toilets that were frequented by gays, but I hadn't progressed to visiting those yet and in those days they were just called queers.It wasn't in the gloom of the evening, but on a Sunday morning that this event took place, but I will never forget it. A football mactch was playing in the main park area and one or two people. "Larry", said the blond guy sitting to her right. "Tony", said the black haired guy, as he lowered himself down next to her."Damn", said Larry. "What are we going to do in here for an hour?"."I could think of something to do", said Cindy, smiling. Both men turned and looked at her. "Oh shit, did I say that out loud?, she asked, blushing."Yessssssss," they both said in unison."Well, it would pass the time," she said smiling, as she placing a hand on each of the men's legs. They looked at each.