I was just in the closet July 1988 Not a word was said; 'sept a couple of whispers and an obvious desire to ****! Mop buckets, the heat and the stink of her *****, Harsh staggered breaths tell the tale; Petulant hands and harsh fingers. Nickers and pants half pulled down, Hard truths pushing through, I had to **** her from behind, Very confined, quick, clumsy, ******, release. We both staggered out; her mate much older waiting outside, bold as brass, she looks me up and down all tough and barks assertively "i'm next!" and **** I was back in the closet 1988
Two brazen cleaners take the new boy in the closet in 1988 extract from my diary.