Anyway he zipped up and left the cubicle but I heard a whispered conversation then a new occupant entered, locked the door and as I watched stripped n...ked before putting his hard cock through the hole, I guessed the previous bloke had told him I was a good sucker and I made sure he didn’t go away disappointed!While we are on the subject of gloryholes I must mention the toilets in the old bus station at slough, there was a toilet at the back with two cubicles and a hole between them and a larger. After that I didn't get a word in edgeways. She grabbed shampoo and washed my hair thoroughly. She was so fast, working without regard to my comfort. I had to shut my eyes and mouth to keep the lather out of them. She rinsed and rinsed and the icy water flowed over my body, invigorating my skin. Then she scrubbed me firmly from head to foot with a scrubbing brush. She was really rough but very quick and the only thing she said the whole time was, "This is for your own good." I must have looked. .. Et m?me un peuplus... Un peu plus tard, je lui ai demand? si elle pourrait me fournir deshormones ? moi aussi... Et notre... Disons: association, dure depuis cetemps-l?." Oh, mais alors, dans tout ce temps, combien as-tu f?minis? degar?ons?" J'avoue que je n'ai pas compt?... Mais si je compte Michelle etNicole, qui ont plut?t ?t? f?minis?s par mes filles... Disons... Plusde vingt!" Quoi? Tant que ?a? Et tu ne t'es jamais demand? si c'?tait mal?" Pas vraiment... En fait, je crois au contraire. ” she swallowed. “That it's my fault. And then I weep and weep until I feel wrung out.” The doorbell rang. “Oh, Antsy, could you answer that. I need to speak to your brother in private, anyways.” “Sure,” Antsy said, heading for the door. “Follow me, Mark,” mom said and lead me to her bedroom. The carpet in the hallway had been ripped up. It's where my dad died. I guess it was ruined. “What is it, mom?” I asked. “I'm not interested in sleeping with you. That was just for the spell.” “No, its not.