I began driving by her office every evening after 6:00, hoping to see only her car parked in the lot. I knew eventually I would hit paydirt. I was rig...t. On Thursday her car was the only one in the lot. I quickly pulled my car in and parked on the side of her car away from the road. I was sure anyone passing by would see only her car there. Next, I took off my glasses and pulled on a tight fitting ski mask. She had never known me not to wear my glasses. This would be only a small handicap to me. He really couldn’t understand her trust in Muggle machines. Having not grown up in a Muggle household as Hermione had done, he thought of them as a whole… a bit dodgy. Ron’s dad had always been fascinated by all things Muggle. You’d think a bit of his obsession would rub off, but to the contrary, Ron was of the opinion that anyone who trusted a metal box run by a motor to fly them around was bordering on insanity. This belief was only reinforced by his experience once with a Muggle car that had. I am looking at the seedy steel urinal and virtually convulsing with lust. The cement platform in front of the trough is glistening with piss and the stench of men’s bladder and ball-sac secretions pooling around, are sending my olfactory senses into overdrive.Next, as I walk over to the three toilet booths my cock is already rock-hard and oozing precum. As I peer into each stall I am delighted to see the broken toilet seats and stained bowls. Each of the glory holes has graffiti and crusty cum. I wanted to masturbate. To just rub at my cunt through my shorts right as he advanced on us. He would just rip his cock out and fuck our pussies.It would be so amazing. He would have me screaming and gasping and cumming so hard on his big dick. It would be so much better than my sister’s digits. His dick had made us in Mommy’s womb. It would be so hot for him to be in our wombs.Making babies in us.Then the lawnmower died.“No,” I groaned, ripping up a weed in frustration. Dirt fell from its.