It was almost 6:00pm which meant at least one of her parents would be home soon. She left her room, walking down the stairs into the kitchen. Their ho...use was on the smaller side but it was nice, and the kitchen was adorned with white granite countertops and dark, brushed metal appliances. She walked over to the pantry where there was almost always some variety of snacks. As she perused the options, Riley came bursting into the room from the hall that led to the stairs. Riley was normally quite. He picked a booth and spent good 2 hours until his tokens were all used up and he had masturbated 3 times shooting the walls and making puddles on the floor. On his way out, he bought a couple of magazines and went home. There was not much of a surprising or shocking attraction for him but after about 2 weeks, he again got the chance to visit that store, hoping to repeat his previous experience. He directly went to the back rooms after buying the tokens. This time he knew the drill and as he. Despite her distractions, Sarah managed to troubleshoot the network back online by six o'clock. The wetness in her panties persisted, even on the drive home, prompting Sarah to remove them at a red light to get some relief from the uncomfortable dampness. But the thought of not wearing any underwear in public was a turn-on in itself, and soon Sarah could feel the wetness building again. She hoped to find Aaron home when she arrived, anxious to be close to him, to give him a little taste of. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans. He looked like any man off the street, except for those flashing eyes. His voice was soft, and sounded like sand running through an hourglass. “This is the place between places, the time between times,” he smiled at me. “Welcome to my home.” He gestured to the room, his arms wide. The space was small and cozy. A king bed lay in one corner. In another corner a small kitchen, a bathroom in the other, and then there was my corner, which was the.