Thinking of doing such a nasty thing, I caress my clit and it feels like electricity running through me. All of a sudden my concentration is broken by...hearing the door to the men's room open, and close. I hear someone walk over to the stool and I hear the zipper being opened. Quickly I look through one of the holes in hopes to watch a guy pee.It looked like his cock was inches away from my face I could see the stream flow from him. I opened my legs more and started rubbing my clit again. When. Looking around, she saw an advertisement on the window, announcing a free fashion show in aid of a local children’s charity.Lauren entered the shop, and made her way to a space halfway along the small catwalk which joined up to what look like the regular changing rooms. She watched as children her own age skipped out of the changing rooms in jeans and warm clothing in autumn colours. The looked genuinely happy, probably she thought because they were amateurs and doing it for charity. The music. Nothing more was said for awhile as we all kind of stared at our drinks. Finally my husband tells us he is going to bed, and for me to wake him when I was got back to the room. I was kind of surprised, and tried to figure out what he meant, since he just told me to have fun. I sat back down after giving my husband a kiss and picked up the conversation with Jeff. We talked a little, I found out he was married and he had heard that his wife was screwing around on him back home. We chatted and. Larry had been right. She was in her element and loving every minute of it. A quiver of a small orgasm rippled through her. That was good, she thought, but yearned for the huge, mind-bending, soul-shattering experience of the big one. It’s up to me, she thought. If I want it, I can have it. She set her mind to achieving the monstrous release she so desperately sought. I’m going to make this one come, she told herself. When he comes, then I’ll be free to concentrate on my own gratification..