I started to fuck her harder and harder, getting ready to cum. I watchedher tits bounce as I increased the rhythm, even holding the tops of her tits,s...e had plenty more tissue to bounce. I could feel my balls tighten and twitch.Oh fuck yessssss, I was getting ready, so ready. I was fucking the most perfectpair of tits in the world, and I was about ready to cum. I pulled out of thehot tunnel, and started to cum with a satisfying, deep moan. First one thickjet, 2, 3, it fucking just kept cumming.. She never acted like she noticed, and I'm sure she didn't, but I felt like I was standing there naked! Now I'm starting to get that feeling in my loins, you know the one. It feels like if I make one more movement something is going to happen and I was only about two people from the front of the line. For the life of me, I don't know why I didn't have the sense to just step out of line and walk away before it ever got that far. I was standing nest to one of those writing tables, the ones that. Yeah, I know. Pride comes before a fall. But sometimes you have to take the fall if you want to be able to live with yourself. So I spent some considerable time thinking about what I’d do and where I’d go. It turned out later that it didn’t make any difference. Circumstances sometimes happen to us and we go with the flow – it seems easier and logical … even predestined. THOSE DEVIL’S IN BAGGY PANTS How had I come to this point? How had I fallen in love with a wanton woman who turned out to have. I was alone but had that eerie feeling that something was present in the bathroom with me. I walked into a stall. There was garbage everywhere. Pieces of used toilet paper and empty toilet paper rolls littered the floor. Some old magazines and newspapers. As my eyes adjusted more I spotted them. It was a pair of women’s panties. I picked them up and could see that they were stained. A yellow spot with crust was in the center. I placed them to my nose and inhaled. The musky scent of a woman.