Peering your way around the toilets, you saw nothing out of the ordinary so far- just a typical, run down public mess of a bathroom. The light hung pr...cariously, the tap dripped incessantly, and the cracked tiles bared all sorts of scrawled profanities. A quick sweep of the stalls revealed no other patrons here this late at night- confident that you were alone, your pull your hood off your head and inspect the location. While the toilet to the left was in a similar state to the rest of the. “Hey,” Emma asked. “What time is Aaron getting home?”“He had to work late, but when he last texted he said he’d be home-” she paused as she glanced up at the wall clock - “in about twenty minutes. Why?”Emma stood up without undoing the strap. She walked over to the desk and pulled a sheet of paper from our printer. Rooting through a drawer, she found a pen and started writing. Finished, she took a piece of tape from the dispenser and walked back over to Jess.She placed the sheet of paper across. I like to call this game ‘what if’. It’s fun to play in many situations. ‘What if the sky were green, not blue? What if Maric hadn’t died? What if Cailan survived the battle at Ostagar?” He looked up, and I grinned. ‘I play this game a lot, as you can see. So let’s play one together. ‘What if Sierra fell in love with Zevran? Because that is what it would be for me – I wouldn’t be with someone I didn’t love. And if you didn’t love me, it wouldn’t work either, so I’d have to assume you loved me. Then I hear you moanbecause you love doing this and I feet your pre-cum rundown the cheeks of my ass, like a lotion and I know thatyou have it out and you’re playing with it…I feel your strong hand on my back, pushing me forwardmore and your other hand moving my bikini-bottoms to oneside… Your legs pushed mine open.I can feel your wonderfully stiff cock making its way tomy wet hot pussy opening, parting my lips, slowlyshoving it deeply inside me.I gasp as your manhood fills.