I had even sucked some cock there and shot a few loads, myself, down a willing throat or two. I was feeling froggy one night when I was there, and I c...hecked out the place. There was a guy in a stall, so I decided to take a risk. I got into the stall next to him, dropped my pants, and sat down. The dividers between the stalls only have peepholes, but they were enough for me to see that he was jerking his cock.He was a medium-skinned man, looked middle-aged. I stroked a bit, myself, and then took. I can smell his cologne, a woodsy almost piney smell. I like it. I like the size and weight of his hand as it rubs me and decide to move closer. With tentative steps, I slide my body across him, running my naked skin along the front of his body, passing back and forth in front of him. “Oh,” he chuckles, “little fox.” I almost cum. I like the words little fox. I like the pleasure in his voice. Turning, I move into his lap, nuzzling my head against his chest and setting my hand between his. In fact, their Chief was currently in the company of the King ... he felt as if his every step was being watched.And where is Éowyn? His vision faltered in the dim grey of the waning evening. It’s better than the pure blackness in which we usually meet, but still... A palm pressed into his spine, and another wrapped itself around his sword hand, staying his reflexive unsheathing.“Don’t move.”Despite what I thought were highly attuned senses, once again I didn’t hear her approach. He didn’t. James upper stomach on the outside of her sweat pants. She was wearing a pair of the old draw string sweat pants with the elastic around the ankles and a navy blue turtle neck. She smelled really good and my mind began to wander. I think I was drunk enough to allow it and within a minute my erection was pushing against her lower back. There was no doubt that she could feel it."Sorry about that." I whispered. "I really can't help it." I guess I should be flattered." Mrs. James responded.With a.