The guy walked into the stall and I followed, he lowered the seat and sat on it. I almost forgot. I went into my purse and pulled out a letter. HE had...mailed it to me a week previous, and it was to be given to my blow job choice. The guy opened the letter and read. He put the letter into his pocket and unzipped his pants and leaned back. I had no choice but to kneel on the washroom floor, I pulled his penis from his pants and already it was hard and coated in precum. I could smell the musty. Once I floated back down to my own time, I glanced over at this vision of exquisiteness and knew that I would not rest until I made her as blissfully satisfied as she had me. To accomplish this, I had to call upon not only my prior experiences, but also every single obscure detail depicting the heightening of a woman’s pleasure and sexual arousal that I’ve been filling my brain with ever since my interest in such matters had materialized. My discoveries revealed that, although no two females. I reach down and slip a couple of fingers into her wet shaved cunt and begin to finger her. She is still stroking my cock through the nylon and I really want to fuck her. I move between her legs and lifting her legs over my shoulders I slide my hard cock into her waiting cunt. As I do so you move up and put your cock in her mouth. I begin to fuck her, slowly at first but driving my cock in as far as it will go. She groans with pleasure around your cock as she enjoys a cock at each end. I fuck. ‘You’re a cyber-freak?’ ‘Would I be here if I was addicted to computers?’ His hand is under her skirt, it passes her stay-up stocking and caresses warm skin. His nails scrape against the sensitive skin on her inner thigh, making her twitch. The muscles in her thigh tighten. ‘I’m out of guesses,’ he says. ‘I think you better tell me.’ She covers his hand with her own. ‘I’m a sucker for long, hot sex with anonymous men,’ she whispers. He grips her thigh. ‘Just like that?’ he says. ‘You’re not.