“Yes, I am.”“You’re a real exhibitionist aren’t you Angie?”“I guess that I am.”“So how did this all come about? What released the de...on in you? Was it that streaker girl?”“I wouldn’t call it a demon, more the real me being released. It was that court case that I’m sure that you’ve read about. I had to do a lot of research and reading for that and I read a lot about girls being naked in public and it made me think. I was jealous of the girls in the stories and started to think that I wanted to. The longer I played with it the harder the nipple got, and it seemed her boob got bigger as well. At the same time I was squeezing her milky-white breast, I was thrusting into the chair cushion in sync with my squeezing. After a few minutes of squeezing and thrusting, I realized the “I need to pee!” feeling was getting worse and only by pushing into the chair cushion was giving me any relief. So as I sped up my thrusting, I also sped up squeezing her amazing breast. A minute or two later, it. There are two that I have gone to in Edmonton, Canada. One is 'cleaner' than the other, but there is an old guy there that stalks me when I am there. I avoid that store now. The second is also more populated. I have never had to wait for action and often get pulled into one of the larger booths as soon as I enter the peep show area. I pull into the back and park. Slightly trembling and anxious, heart beating faster. As I get out, I see various men pulling in and out of the parking lot. At least that’s what I used to tell myself. I had the radio on low. For some reason I thought being able to hear the rain beating down on my car was an important safety factor. The long ride gave me plenty of time to think about the night ahead of me and what I wanted to do when I saw her. The slight bulge in my jeans a reminder that it had been almost a year since we had last seen each other and about six months since the last time I had sex. I guess six months is what it takes to get me out.