Now I could see her pussy which had very little hair on it. She was fully nude standing in front of me, while my dick pointed towards her pussy. She l...ooked at it and gave me a naughty smile while touching her love hole. I again moved my head up and down. She sat on my tool which got struck in her butt crack. I grabbed both of her boobs and started pressing them gently while she was moving up and down. She moved up a bit and opened her pussy lips with her hands. I moved one of my hands and. There were no handy holes in the wall. Sometimes in a public bathroom they’ll relocate the toilet paper dispenser and leave the old screw holes that, with a bit of contortions, can be used to observe your stallmate. But this wall was clean and smooth – not even any dirty graffiti to set the mood. And there was certainly no gloryhole.Finally I noticed a gap between the stall and the wall. There was no way I could press my face flat enough to see through the gap, but by holding the phone eyepiece. "I know, but I will remember. I know it probably sounds strange after what just happened, but I am shy and I would rather have you as a friend. I'm afraid it would change how I feel about you forever," she said."Well I don't know how I feel about that, but like I said tomorrow it be as if this never happened." I said it but I didn't mean it. I planned to make an entry into my journal. Something to remind me that Wilma was a strange chick. Much less up tight than I thought. Also that she and I. Only little Lena was left, engrossed in her book on the sofa opposite him. He looked over at her happily and sighed again. The recliner was soft and supporting, unbelievably comfortable. He settled back and closed his eyes."Do you know who it was?" The voice rose softly into his consciousness. "I don't think even she knows, you know what she's like. She's done it with so many guys it could be anyone." He opened his eyes. Lena was talking with her friend Susan, who had apparently come back from.