I was yet to learn that awoman didn't have control of her stream, unlike a man who can aim his.There were other toilet faux pas I would soon make, and... there seems tobe an unspoken etiquette when using public toilets that I had yet tolearn.I opened the bathroom door grabbed the dressing gown and bra, closedthe door stripped off my shirt and jeans, put the bra on, oooh thatfelt so much better. It was strange wearing a bra, but the support wasa relief. I wrapped the lovely fluffy dressing gown. It was so nice to feel safe from bombardment by the emotional states of passers-by. Down in Jasper's abandoned basement, she was free to explore her own feelings again, without threat of becoming overwhelmed.Jasper had helped her reignite the flame inside her. After the incident in the woods so many years ago, Sienna had reflexively shut herself off from the emotions of others, had created impenetrable walls of mental barriers and sealed herself away inside her own mind. She had been a husk of. I could feel it still growing. "My god," I thought to myself. "How big is it going to get." I wondered what he was thinking. Does he think I can't feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My dress had rose up a little more. I could almost see my panties. My son's hands were on the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. We’d only been on the road for about an hour. There was still two hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see. It was much bigger than her boyfriends.suddenly she felt hands on her bottom,she opened her eyes to see five other men standing round her all wanking.Another guy with a bold head nelt behind her ,his hands caressed her bum.The old man she was sucking pulled out his cock from her mouth and pushed her back.”open your legs and show me your fanny”he said.Danielle did as she was told and lay back opening her legs.The old man started licking at her shaved pussy.The feeling of his tongue between her.