If I left my station and drifted closer, I WOULD get seen or heard, and I WOULD have a problem explaining what the fuck I was doing hanging around dir...ctly outside the stalls when the next guy came in to do HIS business. I had what I was going to get.It turned out to be plenty! The guy in the end stall stood up and turned to face the partition — I could see his feet — and he shuffled to the wall and gripped the top of the partition with his hands! The next sound I heard was a groan...I wanted. You can imagine my reaction! My dad is a literature professor and has a nice, small comfortable house in London. I wasn’t prepared for this. I guess it was November when she invited me to dinner with her and Howard, and told me to bring a date. I explained I didn’t date and that’s when we got to talking about my past.”“And all of that is true? What you told me?”“Yes! You thought I was lying?”“Well, you seemed to get very comfortable and very self-confident with me which seemed to belie the. A trace of urine trickles down her left inner thigh as beads of perspiration, mixed with the shimmering coat of body oil drips off her ravaged pubic mound. Once again he carefully inspects the welts, can’t help noticing her vagina’s dripping wet. Her quivering breasts brush across his face as he leans in front of her as she arches forward in her heels. He can’t help thinking about her indoctrination this past week, including the use of drugs, mainly GHA, better known as the date rape. The guy saw me and I saw him, we'd seen each other before but never had any. A minute later the van came back, pulled up, and reversed in beside me. It's moments like this my ass can give such a twitch up itself that I nearly spunk. It almost hurt, at that moment I could have stuck anything into me and cum.He sat for a minute or two, looked over a couple of times. My bum hole was positively leaking by this point as I sat thinking about getting fucked by him - and wondering what his cock was.