I'd had a couple of encounters with some older guys in my local public toilets in my early twenties and they were mind-blowing. I would hang around th... place most weekends, and I quickly realised who were the regulars looking for a little sexual gratification. One Sunday, on a bitterly cold January afternoon, I noticed one of the usual suspects hanging around the toilet block. He was a short guy, chubby, balding and somewhere between his late 50's and early 60's. I had observed him as I sat in. “Are you tired,” I asked. “Just a bit,” said Tom, “This is so relaxing.” Mark began to finger fuck me again this time pushing three or four fingers into my soaking pussy. I let out a soft moan. This time my eyes were closed and my breathing was more laboured. Unknown to me, Tom had sneaked back from the toilet and had witnessed Mark kissing and fondling me, then had made a noise with his feet so that we could hear him returning. I think he suspected a bit more. I'll drive." They didn't say a single word on the short drive to her place, but once they were inside, he grabbed her by her long ponytail, pulled her to him and passionately kissed her. His kiss was very sensual, and she noticed a warming sensation begin to form in her loins. He grabbed her arms and walked her to the bed, pushing her down on it. He climbed on top of her and unbuttoned her shirt. She had mammoth breasts; triple D, to be exact. He unhooked her bra and hungrily took one of. “I’ll have to admit, this part makes losing to you every time nearly bearable.” She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her firm breasts with their dark erect nipples. She walked across the room and knelt before me, rubbing her hands on my thighs. As her thumbs rubbed over my hardness behind my pants; my reluctance to have sex with this woman was dissolving. She had been repulsive just moments before and now she was irresistible. I didn’t object when she loosened my linen beach pants.