When they tried to react, they found themselves unable to move. Simon walked over to where they were standing. He walked around them looking up and...down. "Hmm, unlikely, but passable with a little work. Well, best to get started."He stepped back and made a rather broad gesture from his head down to his waist. The two men stared in disbelief. Simon was a slender man in his mid 50s with graying hair. A moment before, he'd been wearing a blue work shirt and a pair of charcoal gray . The effect on mom was electrifying, she just started cumming, continuously, I'd seen multiple orgasms before but they were separate events, very close together but each a separate episode; not this, one continuous cum without letup, no one with a heart condition could have taken it.I thought it was time I rode to the rescue so I moved in and gently pushed Janie over; as I did I saw that she was slightly dazed by what she had done. That just wasn't eating pussy, Janie had glimpsed God! As I. Holding onto the pole with one hand, she began to slide her short dress up her toned legs even higher. Over the white thigh-highs until a wisp of white panties came into view. Joe could see another tattoo just between her toned legs, just below her panties on her inner thigh. It was another butterfly, about the same size as the one between her breasts. Higher the red dress went, showing off her white pantied crotch to all the big black mens delight. Her pussy mound was puffy from her. I threw my head back to look at the ceiling. Just something us guys do. My eyes were wandering, from the paint peels, to the window, to--the guy at the end of the row of urinals. He was staring at me. I stared right back. Typically I know this is against any and all restroom etiquette, but it seemed appropriate at the time, since I was giving my best "what the fuck are you looking at" stare. Not a good idea. I see in my periphery his hand moving by his dick. He stepped back a few inches and,.