" I wasquivering, the terrible fear of being seen dressed like this buildingcrazily inside me."Ya know what I said girl, do ya want me to put ya acros... my knees again?You know how much I love having my hand on that sweet ass of yours." Please," I whimpered."Finish up ya glass an shift or by fuck I'll really thrash ya." He wasalmost spitting with his sudden flash of anger, his eyes gleaming.I was trembling so much by then, that I almost spilt the drink, but I didstruggle to finish it, the effect. . I wanted more of this cock . I pulled a pen out and quickly wrote a note asking, `` do you come hear a lot ?´´ , and slipped it through the hole, `` yes, everyday he replayed´´ ´´ what time will you you be hear tomorrow´´ I wrote, 12:30 on my lunch break he answered, okay i´ll see you tomorrow I wrote ,He left the stall , I sat there with the scene still playing in my mind as the door to the middle stall opened again and another man entered, it didn´t take long before he had his cock out and. We head to a local bar, I grab her some booze, and out we go. She starts by grinding on my hips teasingly. Small circles. Her hands on my hips and her hair in my face. While on the dance floor she says that she has to use the restroom, she leaves and as I attempt to get off the dance floor and move past a girl, I end up rubbing up against her ass. I apologize and try to move past her, but instead she pushes her ass into me more, turns around, sizes my 6’4” body, dirty blonde hair spiky messy. Just after we got going Cindy said, “I’m sorry about that. Mom is pushing me to start dating again, but I am just not ready.”Relieved I responded, “I could tell your tell mom was trying to push us together. I’m not ready to start dating either.”We talked about how our lives had changed since our spouses died until we arrived at her house. She asked me if I would like to come in. I agreed with a little reservation. We went in, sat down, and continued to talk. She offered me a soft drink. I.