." she stammered in a captivating southern intonation. "I don't want to be a bother on you or your family." She stood tall and statuesquely as she loo...ed him in the eye, then down at the ground toward her feet, feeling ashamed."You will in no way be a bother to us. Let's go and meet your sisters and brother." Once again, Dad pulled her closely against his body, hugging her. Her bodice did nothing to hide her firm breasts and the taunt nipples. Seemingly, by accident, one hand dropped to her. " "I guess." "And do you masturbate a great deal when you have these fantasies?" Henry's blush grew brighter. Margaret thought she could see somethingstiffening under the towel. "Yeah." "Every day?" "Yeah." "It must be very frustrating, Henry. On one hand, a boy your age is equipped with a penis that stiffens easily at the slightest provocation, that would like nothing better than to be rammed deep inside a tight, willing cunt. On the other hand, how can you. In fact, she loved smoking and fucking so much that fucking without smoking just wasn’t quite the same. Though smoking without fucking was still pretty fucking good.The only problem was, Tracy’s boyfriend Charlie didn’t like smoking and fucking. Don’t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn’t like Tracy smoking. And he didn’t like fucking Tracy when she smelled of smoke. This was a problem, because Tracy didn’t just like smoking. She loved smoking. She adored. Being slightly curious I leant over and carefully went to peer through the hole in the wall but as I did so I just happened to notice the tips of Ian's shoes under the stall wall turned at an angle towards the peephole. Quietly attempting to peer through I caught my first glimpse of him in the next cubicle but what I actually saw was his face because he was in his side trying to peer through at me! Realising we were both hoping for the same thing I decided to oblige and stood to face the hole.