He was thin, slightly built, and he could be heard replying to questions. His accent marked him as a foreigner, maybe from Jamaica, or even Haiti. I w...sn’t sure.As Ron paused to take in the surroundings and who was who, I leaned forward into him, and asked for the powder room, as I needed to freshen up, and clean myself up. Ron’s last sexual use of me had left me in need of some hygiene. Not that I would want to necessarily leave his spunk wasted, but I was a mess of sorts down below. He showed. I mean it!’She couldn’t help the tears that rolled down her cheeks, and she sobbed into her hankie.‘Riyamom, I am sorry, really sorry,’ Rajesh said softly.‘I’m sorry too mom, I apologize.’Riya looked at them both. ‘Its not me you have to apologize to, you need to apologize to each other. And you need to do it now.’Her voice was strong and commanding, and they looked sheepish. They quietly apologized to each other and looked at her.‘Thank you, both. It was my fault, I took you to that movie and. Hangin from the hook on the door. Now hurry up if you want to get startedon home," she told him.Seeing no other option and with no one else in the room, Ashley did asinstructed. It felt strange to be sitting in a public restroom withhis girdle and panties around his ankles and skirt bunched up aroundhis waist as he tinkled. Another term he had learned to use insteadof "pee." Girls "tinkled" they did not "pee" and most certainly theydid not "shit," they "pooed."Exiting the stall, Ashley. He wanted to reach out and brush the white powder off of one of her breasts, but controlled himself."Don't be mad at me, Mandy," he said."I'm not mad," she said."Yes you are." Am not." Are too."That got a grin from her, but then she frowned."Why don't you like looking at me like this?" she asked."I do like looking at you like this," he said, exasperation creeping into his voice. "I'm just not supposed to, that's all. It's frustrating." What if Mom said it was okay?" asked Mandy."Do you really.