We browsed through the club, looking for a booth. However, they were all occupied with butch lesbians showing each other their tattooes and discussing...shaving their faces.So, this ruled out the option.Not one to lie down (pardon the pun), she insisted, "Lets go to the bathroom, you can fuck me in there."And I questioned myself. Would I actually enjoy bending this girl over in the bathroom, standing an inch deep in urine? Perhaps...... But I wasnt keen to find out.I offered that we leave the. Also, Paul Thompson, the Sheriff, was called. Based on the medical necessity, Doc Stone authorized that the intercom in my room be turned on. Everything that Mary had said was heard and conveniently recorded by five different cell phones.When Mary came to in the ER, she immediately demanded that the police be called and that charges be filed against Suzy. Paul came into her room and took her statement. By the time she had finished, the recordings of what happened in my room had gone viral.. AND THEY'RE OFF!Jessie wasn't beautiful by any criteria: average face, mousy hair, rather slim body with no outstanding protuberances. But she exuded sex. Nine out of ten men would walk past more beautiful women just for a shot at Jess. And it all came into play when she fucked.God what a fuck! Maybe it was the beer (almost certainly it was the beer), but in spite of her wonderful hands that roamed freely, her marvelous skin that seemed electric to the touch, her clingy, clasping glove of a. . with another woman." Missy's face flushed scarlet and she tried to look away, but her eyes were rooted to where my cock was pumping in and out of Fiona's cunt."It's okay, babydoll," Mary whispered and gently nudged Missy into the bathroom and closed the door. "Mark's a real man," Mary continued, whispering in her sister's ear. They were the same height and Mary wrapped her arms around her sister and pressed against her back. "And a real man takes who he wants when he wants her." But, but,".