<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/faith_zpsvtmmwkjq.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Faith Mercer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Diner<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Andrea, Open<br/><hr/>Luckily, the diner's restrooms were even quieter than the rest of the place, and it seemed to Faith that she had it to herself, at least for now.<br/>Shutting herself in a stall, she quickly unzipped her hoodie and hurrily reached back to undo  her bra, not that she really needed it. Perhaps being surrounded by the rather large-breasted women of this town had made her a little more conscious of her small breasts, but her usual  breast complex was quickly interrupted when her hands touched them.<br/>She couldn't help the gasp that came from her at that touch, her breasts seeming to be far more sensitive than usual and that first touch seemed to beg for a second and a third ... it was only moments before she had a swollen breast in each hand and began to squeeze and play with them, not quite able to keep a soft, quiet little moan back. Still, the room was empty and she was sure no one heard that. Although the idea of one of those curvy, mature women listening to her had her pressing her thighs together, far more aroused than usual.<br/><br/>"These ... these shouldn't be this big," she gasped to herself, dimly aware that the weight in her hands was greater than usual and almost seemed to still be growing. But even more than the size, the sensitivity seemed to only continue to grow, with each little touch sending little tingles and shocks both down between her legs which began to grow damp and up into her head, which seemed to be growing cloudier, as if more and more was being pushed out of her head to make way for the growing pleasure.<br/>Without conscious thought one hand opened her jeans and slid into her panties as she sat down on the toilets and let her eyes close and her mind conjuring the image of the diner owner, that is was her hand that squeezed and groped her swelling breast and her fingers that pushed inside her. Already she had gone from a small B-cup to a large D.<br/>"Ahn .... Andrea ..."<br/>Already she had forgotten about any attempt to be quiet and subtle, and the sounds of her masturbation were quite clear to anyone who might be nearby.