Her finger sent tingles through my whole body. "I bet I will get a big surprise if I run my hand higher!"I moaned just at the thought of her hand runn...ing over my hot slit. Vee was definitely going to be surprised when she touched it and she was almost there.Finally, her hand slid over my wet patch and massaged. "Oh what's this? Hmm, did someone have an accident?" You could say that," I said as I laid my head all the way back onto my pillow."I'd say. Let me see the luscious item that made this. Footsteps.Oh yeah, we were in a public restroom.Another surprise: Vincent turned and stepped to his right slightly. And continued his story."I couldn't believe my luck, you know? Here I was just delivering mail and … you know the thing most people don't know about postage … ."Our visitor walked behind us to the open stall – which, in retrospect, might have been a fantastic resource for us to have utilized. No doubt he had paused to glance at the older white gentleman with his pants around his. She asked me what was my form of therapy. I already knew my answer. ‘Well I am actually a licensed skydiver. My therapy is flying. To me it is the ultimate feat of man. Every body movement I make in midair controls my flight pattern. When I am in the sky my mind does not think about anything but the freedom of flight. It is my passion.’ She was amazed by my answer. ‘I could never do that,’ she said. ‘Yes you can. You have to. I can promise you it will be the most amazing experience of your. ”Jesus! This’ll be a first! Never done it in a shop before…Saying nothing, I push her roughly against the dressing room wall as my lust gets the better of me, causing Deborah to let out a little squeal. As my eyes stare intensely into her’s, I unwrap the dress, so that it hangs open on her, exposing her beautiful, overflowing breasts. As I do, Deborah is already at my waist, frantically unbelting my belt buckle, before deftly unzipping the flies. As my trousers fall to my ankles, my cock.