His eyes go right to her low cut gray top. She pulls her coat to cover her busty breasts. He returns to his squad car to call dispatch. She waits nerv...eously knowing her previous d.u.i. and drug possesion will show up on her record. But she also was wondering when our small town hired a black cop. He returns."Mrs. Jones I'll need you to step out of the car." Why?" I need to give you a sobriety test." I'm not drunk!" I'll be the judge of that. Get out now!" She carefully gets out and follows him. I didn't have to wait long, the cubicle's then got occupied either side, through the peep holes in the door, I could see at least 2 other guys at the urinals.Then I saw fingers appearing at the hole to my left, I looked through the hole on my right and saw a delicious mature guy (My Favourite) stroking his lovely fat cock, he said "Lovely" when he looked through, he gestured that he wanted to play with my cock, so I put it through the hole, it was lovely when he stroked it and then placed his. . . in . . . out. . . with his hands holding firmly onto Ron’s hip bones for balance and to better control his stroke. As he began to feel his own release building, he shifted his weight a bit to his left so that he could reach around Ron with his right arm and stroke his friend with that same agonizing rhythm."Harry, you’re killing me," Ron growled, but Harry knew he meant that in a good way, because it was killing him as well. It was time to use Ron’s preferred tactics, hard and fast, and he. We had decided to let them sleep where they fell, and sort the bodies out in the morning. By three, everyone was pretty much out cold. I was lying there on the floor wearing only my boxers, because it had been hot and many of us had stripped down to our underwear sometime during the night. It was still pretty hot in there and I could barely see other outlines of sleeping, near nude, forms on the floor around me. As I was drifting off to sleep, I thought I heard someone moving around. Opening my.