It must have looked as if I was
having an epileptic fit! Indian porn She smiled. With a sudden burst of inspiration, I
pushed open the door to the
“Disabled” toilets. I took a chance and
chose us each a piece of cake – I think
I needed a sugar hit! As if on cue, it started raining almost
straight away, and didn’t really stop all
through April and well into May. This was
exciting. This wasn’t nice soft sex: it was
rough and dirty, and I was loving it. I looked at her again, and she raised
an eyebrow. The neck of her t-shirt had
been roughly cut down to show her
cleavage; I could see the top of a red
bra supporting a pair of large boobs. I realised that as I had
been leaning over looking at the
pictures, the front of my frock had
fallen open so she could look straight
down at the swell of my bare breasts, including my pinkish areole and
darker nipples. She wiggled them backwards
and forwards, tickling my labia. The toilets I was
looking for were by the Educational Centre. I moved my leg against hers and
smiled at her. I sat down on the big flight of steps
that lead up from the square to the
National Gallery and looked down
over the mass of tourists milling
around.
