..and that I had to use the ladies room and maybe I should go. She asked if I'd mind using the employee's dressing room/toilets in the back of the sto...e. I had to go pretty bad so I agreed. The dressing room had an adjoining washroom and I felt much relieved after using it. Only one problem the dressing room didn't lock and the washroom was too cramped, so I hurried to undress and try on my things. There was a large triple-mirror where I could see how my things fit. I undressed, hanging my. When I pulled my cock out of her mouth, Dee took vaseline and grabbed my cock and lubed me up, laying on her tummy, she let me swing my leg over her and lay on her from behind. My cock was sliding between her butt cheeks and it was hard and heavy and very stiff, and when I pushed forward I could feel the indent where Dee's ass was. All I had to do was reach down between us and push the top of my wooden cock down and it would penetrate her immediately. I had to feel it and reached down and so. Even from behind, I could see her little hands being swallowed up into the sheer white fabric that covered her mammoth jugs. And now that those jugs weren’t trapped in a sports bra they looked as big as soccer balls. Gross. “What do you think of these?” Becky asked, as she arched her back. Doctor Allen stopped moving completely, and her eyes glazed over. Drops of sweat were forming on her forehead. “You can touch them if you want,” Becky offered.The doctor set her clipboard and pen down, but. She said guiltily that while she remembered us being at that pub bar drinking whiskies she still couldn’t for the life of her remember us sitting outside in any garden there at all. This was not surprising as I was actually lying about that bit. In truth we had NOT been out in the beer garden, except I’d gone out to have a quick look. (It had been quite dark, a bit cold.) Despite my telling Jen we had been sat outside it was just a wind up, mainly to see how much she remembered from her.