Begging for me to grab them into the nearest change room, remove my clothes and feel them all, one by one… But I had to control myself. Although my ...ense of smell didn’t help, it smelled like women in here, beautiful gorgeous women. I felt dizzy and the room was spinning around me and when I snapped out of it I realized that I was just past the front door.I stepped forward but everything seem to be in slow motion. My breathing all of a sudden slowed down to the speed of my heart rate which must. Most of the girls you know don’t need a bra; we’re all about a C-cup or less. Layla is a D, so the small midriff top left a lot of underboob showing. The mini skirt was so short it couldn't hide her naked nookie. "She grabbed her books and slipped on her flip-flops and ran out the locker room door. As the door opened, a mop fell right into her path and she tripped and landed in the middle of a hallway full of students."Layla lay flopped on the floor, legs wide apart; all of her girly. She reached a hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, holding in front of her face.“Take some pictures. I want you to photograph me sucking your cock and send them to my husband.” I took my phone and switched the camera on as she got to her knees.I went to close the door, but she stopped me and started to suck me off. Her tongue probed the tip of my cock, playing with the meatus at he end, then gliding along the bottom to my balls. My knees grew weak as she began to suck the head. Her lips. An impeccable dresser, Kathleen was wearing a cream-coloredpinstriped business suit with a pleated skirt that came to rest only an inchabove her knees, hiding her creamy thighs. Her jacket covered a white cottonblouse. She wore a pair of brown Guicci leather shoes with three inch heels.Her blush was a perfect match to her subtly painted lush lips, and her lushbrown hair curled inward toward her blouse. She wore an elegant Crisscut Diamondaround her neck with matching earrings and a huge ring of.