The DareLarry Craig was the US Senator from Idaho who was arrested in 2007 for lewd conduct in a men’s room at the Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport.It was Larry Craig, not the devil, who made me do it…..My boyfriend and I were driving down the highway when the news of this incident came on the radio. He began to laugh. I had no idea what kind of lewd conduct a man would enter into in a public restroom, so I asked him what was so funny about it. When he began to explain the whole understall scene to me, and I could hardly believe it!Now I know what you are thinking, and yes, of course I asked him that. He said no, he had never participated personally but he had watched on a couple of occasions and the activity is common knowledge among men. How else would the cops ever even know to set a trap to catch someone. I told him that I could hardly believe that an otherwise intelligent man would subject himself to the dangers of such an activity, what with the risk of not only arrest, but diseases as well. He thought that the danger was part of the kick. I guess I was pretty naïve because I was just having trouble envisioning it. Then it happened…“Well, see for yourself then” he said. Now how could I bahis siteleri do that after all? He just smiled. “If you are willing to take the risk then dress yourself up in men’s clothes and I will smuggle you into a men’s room to watch the action in person.”“No fucking way!” was my first reaction. His grin just got bigger. “Coward,” he challenged “it would be so exciting and dangerous, and I would be sitting in the stall next to you to keep you safe.” But I stuck to my initial reaction, and that was the end of it for awhile.It was about a week later we were supposed to go to a movie, but when he came over to pick me up I greeted him wearing men’s clothes—blue jeans, boys sneakers, man’s shirt, hair tucked under a baseball cap. “Take me to see” I said. He just burst out laughing and said “I know just the place.” None of my sorry disguise really hid the fact that I was a woman, but he said it wouldn’t matter as I would only be visible from the knees down once inside.On the way he gave me some instructions… drop trousers only as far as my knees leaving my lower legs covered. If someone in the next stall taps their foot whatever I do don’t tap back. There will be four stalls… go into the second one, he canlı bahis would go into the first, leaving the last two closest to the wall open. Only AFTER two guys are occupying the other stalls and have taken an interest in each other should I let my pants fall around my ankles and tap my foot on my BOYFRIENDS side. He would tap back which would make the two strangers feel safe. After the action starts I could peep under the stall if I wanted, but don’t let my hair fall out of my hat!At a local mall, I stood by the drinking fountain outside of the men’s room for a long time. I was surprised by how long it was taking for some guys to come back out. Finally, it was empty. My boyfriend stepped inside to make sure and quickly waved me in. My heart was about to pound out of my chest as I sat down in that stall. I think it was only about five minutes before the other two stalls filled, but it seemed like an eternity. I stole a glance under the divider and saw that sure enough both had their trousers around their ankles. The one closest to the wall tapped… the other tapped back. Then he tapped on my side! I froze! The furthest one tapped again, and was returned. Then the one next to me bent over a little to güvenilir bahis look in my direction. That is when my boyfriend tapped—I had forgotten my instructions! I pushed my pants down and tapped back on my boyfriend’s side. It was as if someone had sounded the all clear—the action began immediately.I could not believe my eyes… the guy in the far stall had gotten on his knees and slid his legs under the stall until his cock was on the other side. And what a hard beauty it was too! I was so wet, so scared, so excited. The guy next to me was fondling the kneeling guys balls with one hand and stroking is cock with the other. I immediately heard heavy breathing as the recipient of this treatment was obviously not going to be able to hold out very long. Then came a long guttural moan, and the fountain erupted. Huge spurts of jizz, once, twice, three times or more. And then, just like that it was over. The guy pulled back ripped off some toilet paper, wiped the cum off himself and the floor, put himself in order and departed. I remember feeling sorry for the poor guy next to me, still sitting there caressing his hard on, having not gotten anything out of it—or so it seemed to me. But my boyfriend suddenly tapped the wall, our signal that it was time to leave. He pulled up his trousers and opened his stall door. He walked to the main door and checked outside. “Let’s go!” he barked, and I rushed out!You men are just so nasty!