..my goodness," I breathed as I felt his large hard cock beneath my hand. Lost in the moment I found myself massaging his cock under the table in view...of anyone who happen to be looking and of course someone was. As I looked up two older ladies were giving me disgusted looks as they watched me feeling Dean's cock. Embarassed I quickly pulled my hand from under the table.Laughing when he realized what had happened he said "I bet watching got the old biddies all wet." We finished eating and as we. She spoke flawless English and had absolutely no sense of humour. On the whole I think she must have been adopted at a very early age and brought to England in the 1920s. This would explain the mysterious lack of documentation. Rosehay cottage and land had passed to her at my father's death. She had been able to hang on to it with the greatest difficulty. Following my birth by C-section she was told that she could have no more children. Now, twenty years later, things were at last coming right. She looked at and played with my balls and cock for a couple of minutes, flopping it around and stroking her hand up and down on it. Then she leaned down and put it in her mouth and started sucking it the way I had showed her before. It wasnt long before I could tell that I was close to coming. I had told her about the stuff that came out of a mans cock and into the woman to make babies. She had also heard that in class at school. I asked her if she wanted to see it and she said yes. So when I. And being a germaphobe, Simon always stands about eight inches back from the urinal to avoid touching it. Even though he didn’t want anyone to see him, he was disgusted by the guys who lean in to the urinal and bury themselves in it.Relief finally came as Simon’s pee stream started. He put his hands on his hips as the waistband pulled under his balls supported his cock. Just as he started to pee, the toilet flushed from the stall and Professor Susan Miller walked out. Simon was shocked as he.