If I had one. You said you've only been here a week. You mean in Westland, or Los Angeles?" Both. I'm from San Francisco. I rented the apartment sight...unseen from a newspaper ad, never dreaming that the Westland section could be like this," Carol replied, simultaneously clocking in her mind the fact that he was not married. "It fit my budget... but as soon as I'm lucky enough to find a job, I intend to move. Like you said, I wouldn't dare walk these streets without Sultan beside me."Hearing his. A sink was opposite of the stall on the left. He looked closer at the bathroom wall and saw a well-worn hole, about cock high.A glory hole!“Oh babe, let me smell your sweet pussy. Bring your panties to my face. I want to smell your pussy juice while I fuck you.”There was a brief silence followed by some rustling sounds and some giggling. Two moans pierced the silence, one high pitched and one lower pitched. The moans continued without pause punctuated by “fop, fop, fop”, the unmistakable. .maybe in my subconscious I wanted him to read it.Anyway, his natural curiosity bettered him. He only read my most recent entry but it was enough to hurt him deeply. It took him several weeks before he admitted it to me but it disturbed him so much he decided he had to talk about it.The entry read: "There are moments, like today, that a restlessness wells up inside of me. A time when I want to know what it would feel like to be fulfilled sexually. To have my womb tickled by the head of a huge. It’s like clockwork.” She exhaled loudly, with Ken nodding at her words. “What about you, what do you do?”“I’m probably unemployed.”“Probably?” Lauren looked at him in confusion. “What does that mean?”“It means I think I was in a position kind of like yours, and then I just said ‘fuck it’ and decided to be spontaneous and give ‘em the finger,” Ken answered. “Life’s kinda fun when you’re being spontaneous. You should try it sometime.”“How?” Lauren gave a sassy smile to Ken, keen to see where.