The next day at lunch I go out to my car and notice something on the passenger seat. Porn sex Karen is 45 years old, married, with two kids, but she exudes the sexual energy of a twenty-something. Karen is about 5’6”, short straight blonde hair, icy blue eyes. After what was probably only a minute I walk out to the lobby. I can see in the fabric of the gusset a faint white streak. She kicks off her heels, one of which slides under the divider into our stall. Normally, most of the mail I get is junk, but a small envelope slides out of the pile and drops to the floor. With a zip, we hear Karen unbutton her jeans, then we hear her peeling them off her hips and down to the ground around her high heels. I look down and can see her pussy in that dark little cave. After what was probably only a minute I walk out to the lobby. My stroking gets faster as I imagine what wild things could happen. She holds her body position, clenched up in pleasure. She begins to moan, soft at first, then louder, recklessly.
