“That doesn’t make it easier,” she said.I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me while she cried. It was really a soft cry, not a...heaving, sobbing cry. The tears flowed freely for several minutes, then Stephie wiped her eyes with a tissue she grabbed from the table next to the chair.“Yankee,” she said softly.Warning bells went off in my head. There could only be one reason that she’d use my nickname at this point.“Stephie...” I said, trying to warn her off as gently as I. She said that is ok. I am almost done. I didn’t know what to say or do. She just kept peeing. I think she knew I was embarrassed and nervous. I just kept staring as she reached over for some toilet paper and wiped herself. My dick was growing hard and I think she could tell. She told me to come over to her. I nervously stepped towards her. She reached around my waist and pulled me towards her. She was still sitting on the toilet. She pulled my shorts down and pulled my dick out. She slid it. I rocked into him hard and I felt that incredible swelling of an orgasm growing fast. I clenched onto the sheets under me as I prepared my body to cum hard and long. Oh, dear god it was fucking amazing and I heard his moans of approval as he slurped up my cum. He wanted to make me cum again as he slowed down, but was deliberately working my pussy again. It was hard to pull him away and selfishly hard to want him to stop, but I needed him in me. The pulsing in between my legs needed the relief. And a dew, not a coke. We have Pepsi products, is that okay? she asked Brittany as she totaled up the order. Brittany assured her that that was fine as the girl went to find a seat in the back corner of the dining area. That will be… $22.78, the girl reported to Justin. Damn, Im already spending more on you than I would have on the entire night with the other hookers! Justin shouted to Brittany, who merely answered by raising a middle finger in his direction. The cashier, Justin noticed her.