I quickly ducked into the restroom area, but was confronted by a sign on the ladies room door saying it was closed for repairs. Desperate, I looked ar...ound carefully and then hurried inside the mens toilet. There were several urinals and three stalls. The first stall also had an out of order sign on the door and the last one was for disabled persons. I used the one in the center. There were holes in each wall of the narrow stall, pictures of penises, pussies, tits, stuff like that drawn all over. “Ok, but...” Liz looked up to see the teen already moving away.Thomas Clarkson looked down at his phone. It was from his friend, Robert Penderhorn. It was a picture of a Robert and some milf, showcasing her big tits and cute face, “Tonight.”Robert opened the door shortly after seven, “Welcome! Welcome! Come on in!”Liz was clearly impressed. This was not a home. It was a mansion. Walking into the living room, they spotted a teen playing video games, “Dude! Where’d you go! I’m getting killed. “Maybe one guy danced for me,” she said, “but I didn’t get naked.”I never thought she had, but the way she said it, told me there was more to the story.“Was he naked?” I asked.“Yeah, he was.”“And was his cock hard?” I asked.“Not at first,” she admitted.“But it got hard?”She sighed, “Yeah, it did.”“While he was ‘dancing’ for you?”She nodded.“Did he see your tits?”She nodded. “He pulled my sweater up and my bra off.”“So he raped you?” I asked, sounding angry.“No,” she answered, “I mean it wasn’t. I made Shelley clean it up with her tongue and Yvette sat in the chair playing with her pussy while she watched her own cum being licked off my body by someone else. I laid Shelley down on her back and mounted her right at the feet of my fiancé. I could feel her hands pushing down on my ass as I gave Shelley my all. After only a minute of stroking I could feel Shelley squeezing my dick with her muscles as I kissed her neck and whispered that I was going to breed her with my big black cock. She.