I sucked her clit into my mouth and swirled it around with my tongue. I tried to delve deep into her, but my position wasn't ideal. Given that I could...n't really see with my mouth sucking on her pussy anyway, I scooted round the bed and crept up between her legs so that I could shove my tongue all the way into her as far as it would go. My mouth watered so much it was like it was cuming. The taste of her used cunt was absolutely awesome, I wished I could bottle it.The whole time I was busy doing. "I love you," he said coming over to me."No, don't," I said shaking my head."But I do," he cried sitting next to me."You don't love me, you need me, there is a big difference," I said shaking my head. "If you loved me, you wouldn't let me back in here. You wouldn't have let me fuck another man." I looked at him. "Johnny you would have fought tooth and nail for me to stay." "Maybe, I liked the thought of you with someone else," Johnny said with a smile. "It turned me on." No!" I shouted standing. I shrugged my shoulders a fraction, “There’s the obvious psycho-analyst bamboozler-y; mother’s milk, sense of comfort, ingrained pheromone watch-a-ma-call-it! Of course taking the word of a cross dresser like Freud… hmmm well!”Suzy shook her head; I concentrated at not looking at her boobs. “Freud was a cross dresser, I haven’t heard that one?” she asked.“Really,” I grinned broadly, “All I ever hear about is his penchant for women’s underwear!” Suzy still stared at me obviously perplexed.. I knew several of the toilets and chose one close to where i lived, i went in the daytime and was amazed at the amount of graffiti on every wall, plus there were holes between the cubicles as different levels, plus of course there was the smell! Now anyone who knows those type of toilets and has been in them will know just what i mean about the smell, it is always the same no matter where the toilet is. I looked at the messages, the numbers and other images that were everywhere, and for some.