She was, I thought, probably about the same age as myself, too, but I’d never really looked at her as a woman. The reason was, her appearance was ..... contrived. Every detail of hair, make-up and dress, perfect. I’ve always found that intimidating. Class distinctions in Britain may have changed, but (in my opinion) remain strong. But perhaps that’s all in my mind! Basically, what I’m saying is that I felt Gillian was socially above me – which says more about my self-image than her attitudes, I. "Hello darling, it's so good to hear from you. Are you ringing me up to tell me you want to make love to me again? I hope so" she replied laughing."Well, actually, yes. I was hoping that you and Tony would be free next Saturday" he asked her."I'll make sure we are, darling, but what have you got in mind?" she wanted to know."Well I'm hoping that the two of you can join me in my suite about 2pm on Saturday and stay overnight. The four of us are going to a posh restaurant for dinner and then back. No one there (or so I thought) the stall on the left was free so I slipped in to it, …opened my paints and pulled them down and my panties, I sat down and let the river of warm pee flow, ..i could hear something in the stall next to me and turned my head to see a hole covered with toilet paper, I moved it to one side just a bit thinking so this is what they call a glory hole….. I found my self looking at a very sexy small ass covered in baby blue panties, … I couldn´t take my eyes off it, . You press your cheek toward my cock. That’s OK. Just, no hands. I let you rub your cheek against me. I feel your warmth now. I move my cock across to your mouth and let you press your lips on it. I pull back again so you can see my growing erection. Your mouth is open just a bit as if you were inviting me in. My cock is fully erect now and my underwear can no longer contain it. The head starts to peek out of the elastic waist band. I move back to your face and let the tip caress one.