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. I knew we had work to do but somehow, with everyone gone, it seemed more relaxing - and we certainly wouldn't have the phone ringing and interruptions. That would be good at least. We could focus and crank this work out. Strolling back to her office I could hear dance music - she had put on some "background music" she said and I realized she had shrugged off her sweater and was now wearing a close fitting strappy undershirt. Her jeans looked low on the hips now the sweater wasn't hanging low. I pushed her back onto the bed and looked into her face as I slowly took her panty off, I slowly and deliberately leaned in and started massaging her clit with tongue … her pussy was soaking wet when I slid my finger into it. The moment my tongue touched her pussy she started to moan softly and when my finger slid into her soaking wet pussy she started wiggling her hips – I could sense that she wanted this. So I stopped lifted my knees between her legs and moved in as if to kiss her. The head. Terry was very good with math, the big Olds only got 13 miles per gallon, but it also cost just $600 instead of several thousand. Plus he didn’t have several thousand anyway. There was lots of room back there, they pushed on Bobby who was totally limp, it wasn’t easy to do but finally they stuffed him in there. Terry was hoping Bobby wouldn’t throw up in the back seat this time. Then Mandi walked around and hopped into the car. Terry’s chest swelled up with pride, he had Mandi Baxter in his.