I pulled the foreskin back and inspected closely. I hope to see you in here again.”
I replied, this time not silently, with, “Perhaps,” and a laugh. I no longer felt bad about the puddle I left on the booth floor from squirting, now knowing the guy mopping is the same one that helped make the mess. Once inside, I reached into my jeans’ pocket for some money. If you haven’t seen any of my hundreds of photos online, I am fifty-five, tall, somewhat slender, have long legs with fair skin, blonde hair, and large natural boobs. Just then I noticed that the guy already had his cock through the glory hole waiting for his blowjob. The cars there during the daylight, as typical, were all parked as far away from the building and sign as possible with some parked around back. Where do I stalk my prey? I announced, “Show me your cocks, and I will pick one lucky guy to go into the booth next to mine.” Two guys promptly walked away.
