“I’m going to the toilet I’ll wait two minutes if you want to come in I’ll try and help to relieve your stress levels”. The toilet in the li...rary had a two-door system and as I approached it I could see Alan looking round through the reflection in the window.There was only one cubicle as it doubles up as a disabled rest room, so there’s plenty of space. I’d just put my rucksack in the corner and taken my jacket off when I heard the outer door shut, then the inner door opened and as I looked. But, after all, I was just their coach and nothing was going to happen, no line would be crossed, right? Although it was a large stall, I stepped toward the wall, allowing her maximum space to step in. It was Megan, a leggy, athletic youngster with a crown of wayward reddish-blond curls. She was the star midfielder but seemed somewhat shy and socially inexperienced. Someone that everyone would want to protect, I quietly thought. My eyes wandered to the rest of her.Her skin was smooth and milky,. ” Helena stood up, quickly discarded the blouse, undid the clasp on her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. There she stood, in front of a man old enough to be her grandfather, in her matching bra and thong set, tan hold-up stockings and her black patent 4” stiletto heels, wanting to be fucked. Jack was only mildly disappointed that this young beauty had forgotten to wear a suspender belt, but there would always be next time, right now he needed to satisfy his urge to fuck this beauty. He finally said he would be back in a minute and headed back to his car. I started looking around my truck to try and figure out what he was looking at that made him stay there so long. That was when I saw two things. My right pants leg was still at about halfway up my calf (exposing my black stockings) and my socks were laying on the passenger side floor.Well I started to get a little excited and a whole lot scared shitless by the prospect of being caught wearing my stockings (not to mention.