I'm not. I open my eyes and here he is as bold as brass, cock in one hand and my breast in the other. The bastard had been stood there for god knows h...w long watching me get myself off. How the fuck did he get in here? As if reading my mind he say's "It's a unisex toilets darling and you forgot to lock the cubicle door" fuck fuck fuck, " I came to see if you was ok, I would of shouted but the door was ajar and well you can work out the rest". Still got my fingers in my pussy and i'm still wet. ” Gyna said to Hagga.“Well, I was off with a work of two, my Gyna. Now that I have you, nothing will stop me.” Hagga replied“I am waiting for the creature to get inside the cave deep and never let it out till it throws a fire to it.” Gyna said again to Hagga. Words flew into the air reached the Highend of V’Lore. A place of yet so many yet to crave for fantasy and fun. In a distance, two nude companions looked into each other and started to crave for each other like there is none waiting to see. Frequently, bands play in small clubs to work out the kinks before beginning their tour. From a father’s perspective, I was quite pleased with the venue. There was a stage and enough standing room for about three hundred people. I expected a large crowd and to see how small the audience was put me in an extremely good mood. I let my daughter and her friend stand by the stage while I stood back and away from the crowd. The music started and all attention was drawn to the stage. I. I often travel the country on assignments, meeting women who are far away from home and often lonely. Ginger was no different. She's a mid 50's white woman, red hair, curvy hips, and nice full droopy breast. She's always professional, never giving any indication that deep down she was a cock starved nympho. I often work very closely with these women and friendships quickly blossom. Ginger was one of those lonely woman, her family lived in New York, husband stopped working and became lazy. She.