Just the thought that they would be there had me in tears. Before we even finished breakfast, they would be smirking and giggling while I would be cry...ng and mom just acted as though nothing at all special was going on. When we got back from school, everything in the living room would already be set up. Mom had a folding card table opened in the middle of the room, with a padded bench on one side. Next to the bench would be a utility bag holding a hairbrush, a paddle, a ruler, and that old. This was the case recently, as I was shopping a major big box store. I went into the public restroom, heading to the stall. Wiping the seat down, dropping my jeans and boxers I sat down to take care of business.As I was setting there, I noticed someone standing on the other side of the door. Are they was peeking in the stall, I thought to myself? No, they are probably just checking to see if it’s empty. However, the feet under the door are not moving. They are peeking in the stall. This is when. 'Do you want me to stop baby?' 'No' 'Good. I've found a place to put my tongue'... He opened his mouth and rolled her puckered nipple beneath his tongue. She smelled like watermelon and she tasted so so sweet. She moaned deep and loud and pulled him closer muttering something about not stopping. Brandon had no intention on stopping, not when he was doing exactly what he'd wanted to do to her since the day he saw her at the hardware store. He slid one hand from around her back to cup her breast. Then he whispered in her ear, ‘Meet me in the men’s washroom in two minutes’. Cynthia could not believe her ears. He wanted her to meet him in the washroom. She didn’t even know his name. Despite her nervousness, she nodded yes as he tucked his cockback in his pants and stood up. She moved her legs sideways to let him pass, and sat feeling wetness between her legs. She knew she would go to him. She needed to feel him inside her, taking her with that nice big cock. She looked around, got up,.