..I could see her lips moving but no sound came out. I shook my head with a confused look on my face.She spoke some more while moving her hands. "Can ...ou hear me?!" Her voice was coming from...I bent over. Sure enough... "Are you...talking out of your ass?" I snickered."Damnit, dummy! Go grab your neighbor and fuck her...anyone! I'm fucking stuck!"'Dummy' again. "You know what, Katie? I think we need to re-evaluate our relationship. I grabbed her butt cheeks and, sure enough, felt warm flesh. . A bit of a mess!I was so hard and turned on, being all dressed up. My cock was bursting out of the pink satin panties I was wearing. The sound of the shoes on the stone floor was amazing, and I took great delight in strutting about the cubicle, pulling poses as if I was a glamour model.I sat back down on the pan and I was shuddering with excitement when I heard someone walk in and go straight to the troughs.I looked through the oversized key hole and saw he was a very old man, probably about. I raised both my hands. Marck inserted 2 of his fingers into my wife’s cunt and started vigorously shaking. My wife was screaming and she squirted even more than the first time. Marck smiled and said “Once more!” and proceeded to do it again. My wife sprayed for the third time and this time she tightly closed her legs, covered he pussy with her hands screaming “No more, No more, No more please stop, please stop!”.All this had me aroused to a sexual excitement levels I have never experienced. “But I’m open to offers, after a cup of tea of course.”I followed her into the kitchen while she filled the kettle and switched it on, then she reached up into the cabinet for the cups, her skirt rode up over her buttocks. She squealed as I knelt down and kissed her bottom through the filmy material of her panties.“I thought you wanted tea,” she laughed as I pulled the panties down over her thighs.“Fuck the tea,” I grinned as I buried my face in her buttocks, my tongue licked over her tiny rear.