I remembered my angry girlfriend waiting in the car and how there was no chance of her blowing me on this trip and without knowing it, my hand started...reaching for his cock. I had been standing at this point and I could see the top of the man's head over the stall wall, I couldn't stand up all the way or else he would have seen my face (because I myself am very tall). I chose to sit back down on the toilet and started to give the man a handjob. Admittedly, this wasn't my first time touching. "Turn around for me," she commanded. I felt her eyes fixated on my back, before I felt the soft touch of her hand, touching, then carressing, my bottom. After a few seconds, she took my hand, saying "I've been meaning to make a few suggestions on what you should wear in the shop." She led me from the room. "And you can put that thing away," she added, staring down at my rigid, and very proud, penis."I think the ladies would like to see a little more of you, if you know what I mean," she. And boy!!She had the dirtiest words in her mouth making me feel like fucking a hot damn slut.We started off with missionary and I loved the look on her face every time I rammed my cock in. Her Hershey’s kisses nipples were too tempting to not suck on while I was fucking her. She makes it better by playing with her clitoris in one hand while I was fucking and the other hand caressed my balls. She made me keep my dick inside and she flipped and sat up on my dick and rode it like a polo horse. Turning to the side I spoke to the dead air: “I don’t need anything from you Grandmother, I think I have everything I need already.” Tight ass, breasts of a firm and reasonable size, dark of hair and eye; I inherited enough from Grandma’s genes via my mother. I smacked an ass cheek, just to hear the noise fill the empty attic. I promptly started coughing again as a cloud of dust rose from my freshly slapped ass. Stumbling through the maze of old furniture, books, and an assortment of antiquated.