My cock needs attention. “I can feel my pulse in my cock.” She reaches under the table as I move forward. I know she wants to feel my stiffness, t...e girth, the heat, and now the throb.She reaches my thigh with her hand and touches the tip. Her hands discover the head and she can feel the features of it. Her hand goes up more and is now grabbing the shaft. She grasps the shaft and squeezes. Its three inches thick and her hand can barely make its way around.She strokes it with her hand through my. The school wireless system allowing contact in the toilets, where they sit and get off whenever the mood or urge strikes, hooray for the invisible radiation of pleasure live from the girls toilet in St Augustine's, six cubicals with masturbating fillies pointing their hand-helds between their legs, now that's what I call technology. In my day, just before the technological revolution, our hand held was more likely to be a dong or a hard plastic vibrator, our toilets cubicals, sounding more. Then a tight black wiggle pencil skirt over my black holdup stockings. I hadn't worn the skirt in a while and it was so tight I was scared it would rip and show how tiny my thong really was. Finally, as instructed, I finished with killer 5” stiletto heels. Looking in the mirror I felt the sexist I'd ever felt. My nipples had hardened and were showing through my blouse and I could feel my pussy was getting wet too. Just incase, I thought, I slipped a tiny vibrator into my bag and left for. Ooooohhhhhh …ya…ya…ya fuck me Sir ….fuck me hard….. I rammed her arse with all my energy that I could gather, she kept moving her hips to the rhythm of my crotch, we were moving as one body taking each other to greater heights of pleasure.Finally after fucking Sheena in the arse for 15 mins we both came together, I spilled into her arse hole, my hot cum came gushing out & we both heaved a sigh of content, we both fell limp on the floor of the tub, gasping for breadth, content with what we had.