Suzi lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth. Helen gave a little moan as the blonde bit it gently. Without raising her head she said, “I ...ove that power. They can fuck me, but always on my terms. The one thing they can never give me is what I get with another girl. And power makes me sooooooo horny!” She straightened up and took a step backwards, reaching up behind her back. She found the zip at the neck of the simple white dress she wore, and pulled it down. Then in one easy. Nothing mattered except for the wanton desire that was building to a fevered pitch. She spent with such force that it seemed the world went soundless and white, her every nerve afire and her mind spinning apart into fragments that gradually drifted down and formed themselves back to cohesion. Drifting, floating, yes, she was awhirl in the sensations so that when she felt his hands on her, she first thought they were her own hands. But then, as he lifted her, coaxed her to swing her leg,. The place used to have a very strong urine smell no matter when you went in there. The man used to be standing facing into one of the stalls in the corner. When my pal and I or anyone went in he used to start humming a tune to himself. We used to go to the stall on each side of him and pretend to be having a pee. He would stop humming and say to us what the weather was like today. Remarking that we looked fit youngsters he would ask us to feel his arm muscles. Being aware of what would come. Once her body returned to normal he stood up, walked over to her, undid her bra making it so he could use her nipples and then moving her panties aside releasing her clitty. She watched as his fingers took her nipples and began to squeeze, lightly pinch and pull on them, his face was right in front of hers as he played with her but every time she leaned forward to kiss him he would pull back. Then with his right hand his fingers began to tease to tip of her clit, taking her juices and rubbing.