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With her hands she guided my hips, turning me back toward the toilet. She held me gently and giggled "go ahead, I'll do the aiming". C: It wouldn't bother you if it happened again? I turned the panties inside out, laying them on the counter so the dried wetness of her pussy was visible. And then behind me, I heard the door latch click again. I managed to pull them off the counter but more as a sweep than a grab and as they moved from the counter, they fell. I couldn't see all of her as I was blocking the line of sight between the mirror and the door. Her dirty blonde hair was tousled and her eyes flashed. She did not close it stealthily like I had tried; rather just pushed it softly closed. I grabbed blindly for the panties, my vision locked through the mirror on the person coming through the door. My vision started to return and I focused on the person behind me. I wanted to stammer something, but no words could come to me. It was this sort of grin that was both innocent and devlish at the same time. She slid through the door, her back to the wall and pushed it closed it behind her. Vote list (Close) : vlalra : POSITIVE afdad : POSITIVE Chaso4469 : POSITIVE tlc0369 : POSITIVE devonglen : POSITIVE Little Old Me : POSITIVE countrycadillac : NEGATIVE Norton X : POSITIVE scwcsc2002 : POSITIVE Dcdaylily : POSITIVE peto40 : POSITIVE Lacey Chains : POSITIVE Jasmine Suzanne Smith : POSITIVE Dee Dee88 : NEGATIVE hahaicu : POSITIVE emersonbosworth : POSITIVE Navydave : POSITIVE Joe A. She was taller than me, and looked over my shoulder, reaching one hand around to hold my still swollen half boner and the other hand on my bare hip. C: Good, I don't want to make you uncomfortable Me: You didn't. Then she pulled up my pants, tucked me into them and buttoned them back up. I quickly collected my bearings - it might seem strange to her if I just stayed in there. Maybe that was it, and as much as she was willing to do? The second night, same thing, similar response..conversation went no further. I didn't even know how to come on to a woman, really. I didn't have to pee but I told her I did, Again, winky face and OK. C was divorced and had one daugher left at home ("K" - about 16). I'd fooled around with a girl from school and she had no idea what she was doing - frankly seemed a little afraid of my cock. I experienced many firsts with her (some of which have never been repeated again). It wasn't exactly a steady aiming job though and made a bit of a mess around the bowl. And then I started to count time..I had left to pee. Watching the clock...30 seconds...a minute..then "ding" - message. Painfully hard, but I couldn't reply back right away... Time stood still it seemed, counting down to 3 minutes.