I've been invited to be on one of the late night talk shows." That's fantastic." She saw the ambiguity on my face. "You're going todo it, right?" I di...n't answer quick enough for her, so she askedagain. "Right?" I said I would, but it doesn't feel right. I just want to make sureyou're OK with it." What the hell do I have to do with it?" George, you're one of the most honest, level-headed people I've evermet... I need your take on this. To me, everything that's gone on thelast couple of days. I don't know what happened, but my mind flashed me a mental image of that big round butt staring me in the face, as she was sliding down to ride a big, hard cock. That mental image got my blood flowing, and my dick moving. My pants were getting tight, and I had to adjust myself for comfort (and discretion).Unfortunately - just as a grabbed my dick to adjust, Kitt turned around to check how I was doing. From her squatted position, her line of sight in my direction was directly at my crotch, and. Thanks again to the Equal Access To Facilities Act, the previously separate washrooms for girls and boys had been combined into one large room. The doors were marked simply Lavatory and Out. Inside were clusters of toilets, urinals, squat holes, bidets, and hand showers, all separated by partitions too short to serve any real purpose. The room was crowded but all things considered, not that many sex acts were in progress. Most kids were just doing their business.It was pretty strange just. " We were engaged in the usual fencing of the just-met,struggling to find commonplace things to say which might move theconversation on."Thanks," I replied. "They?ve found a stunning dress for you too." This old thing," said Jenny with a dismissive gesture, "I?ve had it foryears." I must have looked puzzled, because she continued, "I almostalways wear my own clothes here. Really, I just come here to bepampered. And for the shopping of course." The shopping?" Oxford Street. Just around the.