Then she stormed off. Well I did smell of her bottles. I also knew my wife very well over the years and she only used a few perfumes and they were all... accounted for and they did not smell like the orange panties.As she teased me through the rest of the day I told her that I wished that they had smelled like the young lady herself. My wife said that she would mention it to her the next time that she saw her.Of course that called for another ‘afternoon delight.’ My wife was more than cooperative. I was lust drunk, which is the only way that I can justify what I did next.I reached over and opened the stall door.It flung open with a bang. A rush of cool air hit us, smelling of pine cleaner. Sandy offered no objections. In fact, he groaned, and reached around me. And grabbed my cock.We were exposed. In public. Out in the open, and I was being fucked like a bitch. I felt so dirty, so used. And then, Sandy came.His cock began to pulsate in my ass. He was groaning so loudly now, I was sure. It was a noisy piss, and I could feel an erection starting to grow beneath the foam. As it got bigger I clamped my thighs over it to keep it hidden beneath the water, my ears turning hot pink in embarrassment. Frida finished pissing and let out an exaggerated sigh. ‘You see, that is now much much better’ She grabbed some paper to dry herself then pulled her jeans back up and flushed the toilet. ‘Thank you’. ‘That’s ok’ I mumbled, hoping she couldn’t see the ridiculous stonking erection I was. The woman moaned louder with each thrust. The slurpy sound of their fucking could just be heard over their moans. Raul smiled and watched. Another change, the man lay on the bed as the woman mounted him. Their moans were quite loud and with each change came a new camera angle. Though their faces could no longer be seen, their moans and breathing were quite clear. The man smacked the woman's ass as she rode him, and her breasts bounced rather hard. Raul was sure the woman's face would be bruised.