“Are you alright?” the old woman whispered into her ear. “Would you like him to finish?”Emily heard her words, she really didn’t know what s...e wanted, and her enjoyment of the little guy was enormous. She felt so full; if he pulled out she was sure she’d collapse. Again it came and went, orgasm after orgasm. The old woman gripped her teeth as Emily dug her fingernails into her wrists.“Cum!” The old woman called down to him.Abruptly he slowed his pace, taking long deep thrusts, even he could. Greg proceeded sliding out her shorts while she recovered from her shock. Below it was a pair of old fashion panties which he was not ready to take off at this moment yet.He proceeded to made love to Helen's face with his lips, kissing her all over on her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, chin, lips, nose, while his hands rubbed the sides of her body. He rubbed his thumb against her swollen tits and slowly rubbed it up to her hard nipples. In a swift move, he pulled Helen's t-shirt up to chest. (Or was that pictures of her engulfing me?)"Now, would you excuse me... I gotta pee before we get back to work!" Saying that she looked at me and winked,... "Oh okay... if you do it close up only, you can take pictures". Had she read my mind or the expression on my face?"You men are perverts ya know... how do you want it? Sitting or standing?"I told her, 'Standing if you can do it without peeing the floor." I wanted to take advantage of the framing that her pretty, fluid legs would provide. One other cubicle was occupied where one a guy was furiously fucking a woman up against the mirror in the cubicle. She had her legs wrapped around it's back and was clearly enjoying herself.Tracey smirked and brought us into a cubicle at the end which was quite large. She stayed, offering to help and give her opinion on the outfits we had bought. I was beginning to wonder exactly what her intention was but didn't have to wait long to find out. Cindy bent down to try on a new pair of shoes,.