3. Poo on seat.4. Poo and toilet paper in bowl, Unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.5. No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky obje...t near base of toilet.Clearly, it had to be stall #2. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly shameful shitter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but big things were afoot.I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next-door, followed by. You don’t know it, but I have stood in your room, feeling you, wondering if you consciously left the pair of panties on the dresser that I held to my face, sliding it’s silkiness against my nose as I moaned your name. You knock on the common door, anxious. An eternity goes bye with NO answer. ‘SHIT!!’ you say to yourself, but then decide that since I am ‘Out’, you’ll jump in the shower and make the most of this time. You don’t know that I am listening, waiting to hear your shower start, waiting. And his beating pulse will thrum in my hand. There will be no more seduction. In one elegant movement, Rick will cover my hand with his and position his cock at the entrance of my cunt. Together we will guide him, millimeter by millimeter. We’ll watch his cock disappear inside me until the anticipation is too great, and Rick will thrust forward – hard. I will want to scream, but my voice will be trapped in my throat. I’ll hook my ankles around his waist and throw my head back, wishing Rick. Kate was feverishly rubbing her clit, and both lovers were panting and drooling heavily, with Zeus spit soaking the womans raven hair and running onto her face. Kate was grunting and moaning, feeling physical and mental highs shed never thought possible. Her clit was engorged, swelled up like never before and more sensitive than she had ever experienced. She slowed her stroking of it, afraid of her orgasm happening too fast. Her pussy lips were fat with lust, and wrapped around the fat dog cock.