Fuck, how long have I been in here? I wash my hands and hurry back out to the shop. The clock on the wall indicates that I had only been occupied for...roughly five minutes, so I’m not too embarrassed. I return to my work wiping down tables, my gaze flicking up towards Dr. Thickman once or twice. The way he looked at me earlier… Thinking back on the exchange, I don’t understand why Dr. Thickman looked at me the way he did. I’m not much to look at, an underwhelming five-feet-two-inches, shaped. I noticed a bulge in his shorts from me teasing him. I asked him if he was having a good time and he told me he was having the best day of his life. We walked around a bit more and I noticed he was leading me to a somewhat less occupied area. When we got away from the crowd he pulled me close and kissed me deeply. His hands moved down my back and raised my dress exposing my ass. His hands were rubbing my tits through my dress. I reached down and felt his hard cock. I unzipped his shorts and. In highschool rumor was JP had a good sized cock. We grew up playing on the same sports teams for multiple years even after high school. Well in high school there were a select few of us who took showers after practices and I had the oppourtunity to see JPs cock, even though it was soft it still looked nice and I could only imagine what it looked like when it was rock solid! For the past years I have been fantasizing about him making love to me I have never had the nerves to bring it up around. Sie hatte immer Geschichten über Buswaschräume gehört. Wie unhygienisch sie waren. Rebeccas Mutter hatte nie versäumt, auf die Nachteile einer Situation hinzuweisen oder festzustellen, wie "unsicher" die Welt war.Seufzend hatte sie dann als Kind die Augen verdreht und den Kopf geschüttelt. "Wie auch immer", murmelte Rebecca und rappelte sich aus ihrem Sitz hoch und strich ihr knielanges gelbes Blumenkleid glatt, als sie im Gang stand. "Mutter ist so ein Besorgnisträger!"Rebecca stieß die Tür.