Mujhe pata tha ki (badla huaa nam )Sush-`meri girl friend’ kahin gai hui hai aur mera kamra raaste mein hi padta hai isliye main ghar ka darwaja tho...a sa khula rakh kar uski rah dekh raha tha.Sush meri dost thi aur hamare beech ful understanding thi aur kafi time se hum aise hi kisi mauke ka intzar kar rahe the.Aaj mera poora plan that use chodne ka. Uski bahaki jawani ke baarein mein shoch shoch kar badan mein kaante khade ho rahe the. Achanak whoh samne se aati hui dikhi. Maine darwaja thoda. Beneath the robe, she was clad (only) in a blood red low cut lacy bra, garter belt and dark seamed nylons. This was a Goddess who was paying me no heed. She sat down and began her session. Beginning with the curve of her breasts, encased as they were in the satiny smooth brassiere, she gently caressed and kneaded the flesh.  Slowly, her right hand moved downward across her stomach and rested on the warmth of her sex. Her left hand continued caressing her body while the right began a slow,. I just peeked through the hole to find nothing but the other empty toilet stall there. As I had just filled a washing machine with my dirty clothes and had to be down here to wait till it was done, I thought to use the toilet here instead of walking up to the top floor all the way.As I sat facing the wall which was behind me; I discovered it filled with the lots of vulgar messages. ‘If you like to suck a long ten-inch cock, call Dan for an appointment and then there was a phone number also.. She was pretty in a Laura Ingelis, Little House on the Prairie sort of way. Some times she wore her hair up in those kind of buns, that stuck to the side of her head so that she looked more Germanic. But you couldn’t make Laura Ingelis a German, the thought was ridiculous. I could never remember her name. She told me it dozens of times so that I used to listen out to others saying something to her in the hope that they’d say her name. I always just thought of her as Laura or Hippy Girl. I knew.