Mene shruti se pucha aunty aap kuch khaogi ? Ya phir cold drinks logi ?Shruti- nahi lekin tum meri bag dekhoge ? Mujhe bathroom jana he ?Me – ha koi...baat nahi jayiye.Or me uski bag leke nasta ker ne baitha tha ..Woh fresh ho ke aayi bad usne muje dekha or bad me woh mere pass aa k baith gayi..Usne bhi cold drink li.Me- aunty aap ek saal me vadodara kitni baar aate ho ?Shruti – kyu?Me- are aise hi puch raha hu..Soch raha tha dubara aaogi to milenge ya nahi ?Shruti-ha jarur..Mujhe tumara number. ..” he flipped the rest of my cover off me, and worked his lips lower as he pushed my boxers down ,I bit my lip hard as he began slowly working my cock into his mouth, the sudden rush of warmth almost pushing me over the edge.He was slowly sucking me , torturing me by going only a little down on me then pulling all the way off only to deep throat me to my balls, he was gently pulling away from me making me lift my hips for moreI was getting close when he pulled off me. The familiar scent of. Yes, I suppose you would have some difficulty getting this off... but I promise to help you when I am good and ready... I'll just put these socks down the front to give you some cleavage... that's right now you have a lovely girlish figure...you have such a sweet small waist. I wish I were as slim as you."The next thing I need to do is shave your legs... well everything will look wrong otherwise... it won't hurt you... I suppose if you find it that embarrassing you'll just have to avoid. My stranger's eyes now glued to my fingers, now glistening for him to see. I’d never done anything like this before, the occasional semi unintentional flash in a bar, etc but never this brazen. I wondered why all of a sudden I felt the need to grab him and let him fuck my brains out in the toilet.As my fingers teased my lips and clit my stranger hardly blinked engrossed as he was in my little show. I saw him look up pointedly at the sign for the toilet, I shook my head no. He grinned and.