When I got to the lobby there were several guys milling around, one zipping up — I suspect a blowjob had just been completed. I went into one of the...booths and started to watch a film — one guy sitting on another guy’s cock and that gave me a serious hard-on. More cum was spilled.Fast forward 25 years, I’m divorced, my girlfriend is working on the opposite coast. One again I am one horny motherfucker. I quickly discovered the rules in the modern jackshack — leave the door unlocked and you’re. The boys are entranced as they try to get an eyeful, especially if I sit on the edge of my desk with a short skirt, a flash of stocking and some days, commando too.I can see the pupils’ eyes following me around the room. I can even see trouser bulges and a strong scent of muskiness, very arousing that an old bird like me can still be attractive. I set them tasks in class and I make a point of reading through their notes on their desk, I bend down, over their shoulder, blouse slightly open,. I LOVED those. There were fewer still stories featuring smoking, but the few I found were like manna from heaven!About that time, my parents got divorced. No sense going into why. I lived with my Mom at first. I was a latchkey k**, which gave me ample time to indulge my growing fetishes. Mom enjoyed her magazines, everything from Cosmo to Redbook and etc. So many of them at the time featured the Mark Eden breast enhancement ads. (I seem to remember a cup you put over your breast and ran warm. I tip my nose towards her, sniffing whiffs of her dampness, her lust seeping from her puffed quim. She signals her approval of my actions with a crooked smile cracking across her flushed face. The sounds of moist fingers churning and probing faster and faster within her weeping hole fill the air and challenge her groans and quickening breaths to be heard. Face flushed now, her hips pulse and sway as she twitches, writhes and thrashes in her seat. She pinches her teeth upon her lip so hard I.