I just wanted to have some dirty, horny sex, with a little humility in a public place. He suggested the toilet block which was once used by homeless p...eople, but had recently been refurbished and was open 24 hours.I was to meet him in the first cubicle of the men’s toilets which was close to a car park in town. I was wearing a black tank top no bra, very short black mini-skirt, fishnet stockings held by suspenders, and black stiletto boots. The outfit was complimented by a black leather opened. I found my spot in the midst of stares and whispering, dropped my beach paraphenalia and claimed my territory with the ka-chunk of the beach umbrella pole. I had been laying there, under the glare of the sun off my well-oiled body, when the sound of hoots and whis- tles shattered my tranquility. “Hey, Miss Jugs, play some volleyball!” and “Maybe we can climb those sand dunes!” came from a group of young men walking by my locale. I sat up and smiled at them, my nipples. Her heart was broken. One night she got a call, no ID on it.“Hello, can I help you?”“Ms. Tanner, please step into the hallway. Claude sent us.”She ran to the door to open it. Four people entered her room and Claude was there with two officers from the NYPD, he kept her out of the room.“Relax, Julie, they’re checking to see if your room was bugged. These detectives have a few questions for you.”“Ms. Tanner. I’m detective Woodberry and this is detective Tanner. Can you identify this picture?”She. He held them aside and searched for a bra, then remembered that Bonny didn't wear bras. The panties would have to do. He held them up and spread them out in both hands--and gasped when he saw that the narrow crotchband was smeared with a pale, sticky residue. Bonny's virgin pussy had been dripping into those panties!The idea caused Jake to stagger. Jeez--had Bonny creamed in those sexy panties? He held them up to his face, sniffing the sweet fragrance of his teenage daughter's loins. His tongue.