I was fifteen. He was in his forties I guess. Nice looking. A businessman I think...at least that's what he said as we parked at a rest area near my h...ome so I could go to the bathroom. Actuallythere were two port-a-pottys beside a fence that surrounded the small area of tables and benches. I went into the nearest one and began pissing. Then I heard a voice say, "Hey! Let me in. I've gotta go too!" I knew it was him so I unlatched the door and he came in and closed it again. It was crowded in. Could you answer a few questions for me mom? And not tellJanet?" Of course!" I need some help with...ah... um... periods. I need to know what youdo about them?" Why would you ask about those! I mean, you can't have.... wait aminute! You're telling me that you're going to have periods!? That'simpossible!" Well, no, it isn't. I told you that I wanted to be as realistic aspossible, and the company that makes the panty, well, they have a wayof...."I went on to explain the panty to her, skipping the. But I certainly was interested a quick look round to be sure there would not be an audience and making sure my dog hadn't moved and my hands were slowly stroking his balls as my mouth went to cover his rigid cock. I'd nearly forgotten how wonderful they felt and tasted, this one tasted particularly fresh no doubt not long out of the shower. I worked on the cock with a passion my fingers playing counterpoint to my mouth occasionally I took his cock to the hilt not too thick it was a pleasure to. When the lift stopped at their floor I picked up the two discarded dresses and carried them in my left hand while my right arm was wrapped around Valeries waist. We got to their room without incident. Pete opened a bottle of Bollinger champagne, poured 4 glasses, and passed them around. So, Grace, how do you want to be fucked tonight? Well, Pete, what I would really like is to have John fuck my arse while you fuck my cunt. Do you think that we could do that? But that would leave Valerie out of.