Whether I hit it or not, she liked what I did and let me know with a loud cry. I rubbed some more, adding my mouth over her clit. I wanted her to come...and I wanted her to scream when she did. “Fuck, Iris, that’s so good.” Lia gasped out the words and flung her arms to the sides, fisting the sheets. She was close now. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I swirled my tongue over her clit and shoved her over that edge. She screamed, arching up under me as I kept up the movements of my mouth and fingers. At. I left the door wide open and took off my clothes. The two men waiting outside the changing rooms couldn't help but notice that the door to my booth was open. One at a time they quickly edged closer to get a better view of me in the booth. They instantly had something to take their minds off of the boring wait for their wives.As I was putting on the first outfit, that little black dress Jeff had selected, I saw the salesgirl coming over. I had mixed emotions as I saw her approach. I was nervous. Youth has its advantages. He stroked it a few times, but I could tell he wasnt very comfortable about it. Honey, you have a very nice penis. Um, thanks, Mom. Can you take your shorts down more so I can see it better? He did so and leaned back to give me a good look. He was long and smooth, and his balls hung invitingly down between his strong thighs. They were covered sparsely with pubic hair. My husband had been shaving himself down there for years, so it was something of thrill for me to see. But today, I wanted to take a different approach, and offer a wake up call by someone who matters very little in the larger scheme of whatever we're doing in this life. This has been brewing in my head for quite some time, and the narcissistic storm of racist douchebaggary I witnessed today broke the dam. I don't want to talk about the incident specifically, but the issue in general. There are four types of people who probably shouldn't read this:1. The overly sensitive- Those of you who look.