He pointed me in the direction.i started walking off and kept looking back, but he didn't return my look. i was so horny and thought that i would jack...off and be on my way. i walked into the restroom and it was empty. i check the three stalls, but there were no glory holes or grafitti. i went to the urinal and started playing with my cock. after a few minutes i stopped because i was really horny to be with someone.i went back to the games and the kid was still there. he looked over when i got. "I'm sorry," I croaked and nodded to where the dark pink buds were hard under her touch."Don't be," she smiled, "They're beautiful and a lot of ladies find our touch very erotic, even those to whom being touched intimately by another woman is a new experience."Rinsing her hands, she helped me out and led me over to a large upright barber's chair where she proceeded to shampoo my hair, she used a conditioner and a mousse which thickened it and made it glossy encouraging it's natural sheen."Hop. The school counselor, Mrs. Smith, was an object of sexual desire for Richard and he dreamed of having sex with her every day. School started around eight in the morning but he always made sure to get to school early so that he could be alone with that beautiful and mature, fine woman. Mrs. Smith was in her early forties but she looked pretty good and Richard noticed this whenever he stared at her ass or her boobs when she talked to him. She had curly brown hair and was rather tall, standing. He pulled the fabric so that it tucked itself tightly between her folds, putting friction on her most sensitive spot. He felt her knees give a bit at the contact.“Tsk tsk, Bree, you are to wear what I pick out.”“I thought you had forgotten, Sir, I’m sorry,” she managed.“A kinder Dom might let this slide, but I’m afraid I cannot.” He released the fabric, knowing the tension he had created would continue to put pressure on her.She immediately began to tremble, the when he stepped away he saw her.