She felt her short skirt riding up over her bottom as she reached up to the magazines, and realised he must have had quite an eyeful when he was stand...ng behind her.Sandra stopped and waited for him to return, for she didn't want to finish off the job before he got back.A few minutes later she heard his shuffling footsteps approaching and quickly got back to work, making sure she stretched as far as she could up on tiptoes to reach the magazines right at the back of the top shelf."I'll put it. By the crags I meant 'Arthur's Seat' a great place to find pervs to do what decent and boring men wont, Harry loves that, watching me being used to seed men's balls, while he jacks off.Harry steers with one hand as I sit opened legged and let him finger me as we drive to the top and stop close to the small man made lake. There are no lights up here, why bother, girls don't normally come here unless they are wanting sex.It's quiet and I am horny, 'Blow Job Uncle Harry', I need to feel a man in. And then there was the unmistakable sound of two guys fucking, the slap of flesh against buttocks, uncontrolled sighs and moans, their passion overriding their need for discretion! That would quite often be enough to send me over the edge and I would deposit a creamy load either on the wall or the door of my stall.I had my favourite haunts, but I was also up for checking out new places. At my local toilets, I had two or three 'regulars' who I knew were always up for some cock fun if I appeared.. “I need to go.” she said suddenly, then as she walked by me she looked back into my eyes. “Gregory… thank you for the water.” I spun to face her departing back, “Reina, you are most welcome.” She paused, but then deciding differently, continued toward the house. I admired the view, she wore a softly tropical floral dress that showed off her trim body and long legs as she moved with the rhythm of the islands. Her wavy auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders, sparkling like red wine in the.