She knew better than to be a streaker-slut like her older cousin Megan; but that's another story.Young as she was, Yvonne was physically mature for he...r age and could easily pass for 17 or 18, which drew her deeper and deeper into on-line dare games which called for flashes on college campuses and even in Adult Only bars and Sex Shops. She never actually ordered liquor that night she rushed into a tavern on the other side of town. She just used the 'facilities', or in her case the ' full tit. My mind drifted back to before I’d been d**gged……I had noted how shapely she was, nearly always dressed in dark sombre clothes, only her calves and ankles exposed below pencil skirts, her red hair in a bun, spectacles giving her a schoolmistress appearance, I had fantasised over her and masturbated in her honour. The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being d**gged, was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the. She swallowed eagerly, accepting the whole load, and continued to suck while the organ deflated slowly. She didn't want to lose it while she was still in orgasm. She didn't want to be alone again.She needn't have worried. Even as the man she'd just satisfied pulled out, Annette felt something pressing against her left hand, the one she was using to steady herself, against the wall. Another male organ had been inserted through the hole on that side of the stall.This time the cock that stared her. Keep hiding and watching or appear and start talking. I choose second, I don’t know why. I walked towards her.“Hi, why you don’t sleep this early in the morning?” She turned around and looked at me.“Hi, I don’t know. Next to the room I slept in was snoring guy. I don’t think I ever closed my eyes. I am almost ready to kill him. So sleepy right now. Why are you awake?”“I am morning bird. Always wake up early.” I tried do not pay attention to lines of her curves. Silky tank was torture to watch..