Now, just in case you're a girl and you don't know, men don't look around when someone else walks into the restroom. It's just a boy thing, we don't l...ook at each other while we are urinating. It's like being in a elevator, you just stand there minding your own business, not looking at the other people. So it wasn't until she stood at the urinal right beside mine that I saw she was a girl.I think I gasped. I could feel the blood drain from my face and a knot of shocked tension form in the pit of. Emma then began to sway her hips forward and backwards on Robert’s cock, moving into an intense grind. Soon she was moving up and down, riding Robert intensely with her breasts bouncing about. Emma rubbed her hands up and down Robert’s chest. Robert placed his hands on Emma’s rear pulling it in and out, completely enthralled with the idea of his penis being buried inside of her and plunging in and out of her deepest, warm recesses. This was the most intense sex he had ever had. Robert pulled. ”“Sure, but can you leave the boots and stockings on?” I asked.“They make me feel sexy. You like me in them?” she replied.I guess the look on my face told her that I thought her boots and stockings were very sexy.I led her by the hand into my mom’s room. My mom had a king-sized bed, whereas I had a twin. I was going to want room for this.I sat on the bed and gently pulled Shandra toward me. I lifted her tube top and her big breasts bounced out from under them. I started nibbling just below her. “I’m not going away until I give you this, so you might as well get it over with.”“Whatever it is, I don’t want it or need it. Not from you.”There was a long silence before she spoke again, and when she did, her voice was thick and muffled, as if she’d been crying.“Please, David. I need to do this for you.”When she called me by my first name rather than my nickname, I knew she was serious.“Call around tomorrow!” I found myself standing at the front door; my hands pressed flat against the wood..