I reached into my shirt and began caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I figured it was now or never. I op...n the shirt. I continued fondling my boobs, as traffic started moving I slipped the shirt off my shoulders so I was on full display. When I reached HWY 99 I pulled into a grocery store parking lot and took the shirt off completely. Now I was really excited and hoping I didn’t run into a cop. I pulled out onto the busy street and headed south. I am just going to leave the fucking stall door open and wait.What the fuck, I’ll keep my pants off and my t-shirt behind my head as dispel some of this cum from my manhole.(Twenty minutes later)Footsteps… Fuck me! This guy is huge! He must weigh at least three hundred pounds.“Get up, I’ll sit on the seat while you suck me off,” Fat Guy says as he removes his shorts and places them on the cistern. Seated, he is pulling his t-shirt upward.Wow, his gut is huge.Oh shit… This thick fat cock is his. He moaned as his dick slid into her. He reached around, grasped her breasts, and pumped and pumped until he came within her. He then slid out of her, and went to his knees.She turned around, letting her dress fall back into place. "Feel better?" she asked."No. I need you more than ever, now."Midala smiled. "If you wish me again, then there's something you must do for me." Anything!"Midala fished a necklace out from underneath her dress. It had a small silver sword hanging on a simple chain,. “But I do remember Harold Holt drowning and McEwen taking office. Anything else?” “Where were you for the Apollo 11 Moon Landing?” Djvonic asked, and then realising that one was too easy, he added, “and what time of day was it?” “It was a school day,” Lazarus sighed. “I was in Grade Two and Miss O’Connell left the television on for most of the morning. Armstrong and Aldrin came down the ladder at around lunchtime, Sydney time. I remember this because I had a crushed up ball of waxed paper from.