Kathy was close on his heels, buck naked, her thong panties long gone with the dump of Bill's pheromones last night.Jill was standing bent double in f...ront of one of the stalls, her hair having fallen forward to cover her face."What's wrong?" Bill yelled as he slid to a halt to grasp her arm, having already glanced around for threats and finding none.Kathy grabbed the other arm. "Are you hurt?" she gasped out."I need a mirror," Jill managed in the midst of the turmoil."A mirror?" Bill and Kathy. This is an innocent sentence, and the wrong color could be just a slip of the tongue. The point is that this is something he can say, instead of: “Could you blow me, mom?” He is not going to say something like that, especially because he will not be convinced that it really was you who sent the messages.Then you can smile, look him in the eyes, and say your own answer which you have also provided in your e-mail exchange, such as: “Yes, I like the flowers on it,” when there are no flowers on. Now I am horny as hell and need to find someone to fuck,I leave the booth and scan the hallway's for a potential lover. I notice near a back corner,an older man 60ish,standing there,rubbing his cock through his pants as he stares at me,he looks like a business man of sorts. I walk over to him,and as I approach,he pulls out a very nice cock,fat and not too long,but very hot looking. I walk over to him,grab his cock and whisper in his ear, "I want you to fuck me". He replies "where?" I tell him. " Well, Roger. There is a story about that house. The man that owned it owed me a lot of money and since I had financed the house for him; I took it back. He has left the country and there is no way that I can undo the deed transfer. To do so would cause a lot of attention to be drawn to me and I think that we both know that that would be unwise. The house is yours now. The man that owned the house gave me his car too. I had the title transferred in your name. The title, registration and.