Her right hand had moved up the vertical handrail to be in contact with mine. Meanwhile, her left arm hung down over her bag to her thigh and she star...d straight ahead into space as if nothing untoward was happening.At one stop, she cheekily pulled her hair sideways onto her shoulder, thus alleviating the hair issue and I felt her deliberately arch her back a wiggle her bottom hard against me. I just stood looking into space and pretended nothing was happening and she glanced round to me to see. “It’s kind of hard to explain, but this is a place some people use to hook up from time to time. It’s a cruising spot, for guys.”“Wait, like people make plans to meet here? What if someone walks in on us?” I asked with some urgency, but I was disrobing too. There wasn’t much that could have kept me from jumping Paul’s bones at that moment. Things were too new, too exciting.“People don’t exactly plan to meet here; they just sort of go here when they’re looking to get some action,” he saw my. Flare said as he stood up and dropped his trousers. Mr. Grizwell did the same. I gulped as Mr. Flare stood in front of me, his dick floating only inches from my face. Mr. Grizwell's standing at attention and rubbing my arm. "Remove your uniform." Mr. Grizwell demanded as Mr. Flare placed my hand on his swollen dick. I could feel myself getting wet and I considered the possibility of me fucking these two old men. Mr. Grizwell had just went through a divorce and Mr. Flare still lived with his. She seemed to like me taking charge of her, and she readily began walking toward the door, her little butt cheeks rising and falling as she stepped in front of me."By the way, Leanne, how old are you? I don't want to get in any trouble with you." Hahaha, " Leanne laughed, turning slightly to smile back at me. "I'm eighteen, of course." she laughed again, and I knew she was lying. "I'm certainly old enough to take care of you, Jack" she smirked.I thought she might be lying because I knew she was.