At the time, their were three cubicles and a four person urinal on the right as you entered. The cubicles were all occupied so I squeezed in at the ur...nal between two older gentlemen. Both of them, gave me a quick glance, as I fished out my cock to piss, and as I looked down I noticed neither were urinating, but were both stroking very stiff cocks. I swallowed nervously, but could not stop my cock reacting in a way horny schoolboy cocks have a tendency to do. The guy to my left asked if I liked. His name was William Weston, or Warburton, or something like that.’ ‘Walker?’ Jane asked. ‘Yeah, that’s it. William Walker.’ The younger male spies gathered around Jane and her snapshot, their eyes bugging out as much at W’s 10-inch cock as at Wendy’s inviting naked curves and big-nippled 40- inch chest. ‘Where did you get that photo?’ the story-teller asked. Jane put her index finger to her lips. ‘Shh! That’s an MI-6 secret. I could tell you,’ she smiled, ‘but then I’d have to kill you!’ She. These were the days before Facebook or even mobile technology, so it’s not just that we had no particular reason to keep in touch – we didn’t really have the means to do so either. Beyond the age of writing letters, but not yet the age of the text message – we were quite a sad generation in some ways. ******************* I had accepted the post of Deputy Head of the History and Politics Department of a large, mixed ability secondary school, just on the northern edge of Exeter, just about 25. She, too, supported me by allowing me to kiss her lips. She replied by kissing me on my lips.My cock was getting hard kissing her, and it was going intense between us. I inserted my hand inside her skirt. I could feel her panty getting wet. She smiled and said, “Raj, I am not sure I am ready for this.”I said, “Shweta, I can’t wait longer. I know you had a bf, but now you are single.” She sensed my lust for her, and she finally agreed. I was in heaven. I lifted her with my arms and was kissing.