“Looks like you been bloody shagging already?” I announced“Oh no, of course not,” she insisted, ”How can you say such a thing?””Well you... bloody maidenhead‘s long gone,” I observed, “If thee ent had a bloody bloke I suppose thee’s been fucking thee’s sen wi a bloody Candle then has tha? Like I caught me bloody sister doing a time or two?”“How did you know?” she demanded.“I weren’t born bloody yesterday,” I explained as I undid me big pirates belt and let me trews fall, “Lets call it our little. This is the moment when you're never quite sure what's gonna happen next.Could be some knuckle-dragging queer basher or worse,the cops!Leaving go of my knob for a minute I almost held my breath.Then I heard the door to the other cubicle creak open and then close,then the shuffling sound of someone dropping his kecks.Seconds later the sound of a lighter sparking and whoever was next door taking a long drag on a ciggie.Ok,hardly likely to be a copper,and would a queer basher have a. On this occasion, he was interrupted by the arrival of Lucille, one of the waitresses. She too had been around forever and was well known and very popular. She was from the island of Dominica, with dark, dark, shiny skin and hair pulled back in a sort of bun. She had a happy, self-deprecating way about her, with beautiful pert lips and a turned-up nose and she moved in a clumsy way as if she were deliberately not entering the Miss Gorgeous Caribbean contest.“Johnny, I want you to kiss me,” she. She told to wait for few minutes report will b ready. She saw the report and I was sitting perpendicular to her. She asked for a pen and I was reading mails. I extended the pen seeing the phone and it went in the space between her blouse and sari.When she turned sari pallu went down I recognized a few seconds later. I saw her breasts she smiled and took the pen, signed and asked to arrange her pallu (34c).I was happily shocked and did so that time my cock was touching her shoulders. She smiled.