I went into a stall and took out my cock and went, still half hard, I played with myself enough to get hard again when someone came into the bathroom,...I let my stall door fall open and I watched as a older, maybe mid 60's guy dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, a little overweight but looking like a classic truck driver walked towards the urinals behind me. I turned just enough to flash him my cock for just a second. I zipped up and he looked me in the eye as I left, I smiled a little and. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, and pulled her head up off of the desktop, and stood her straight up. He then grabbed her by the back of the neck and led her around the desk, his pants and shorts still around his ankles, and had her sit in his swivel chair, her skirt still up around her waist. He sat down on the edge of the desk and put a foot on each chair arm, then leaned back on his elbows. He looked at her and said, Now lick my balls like a nasty. Needless to say, I was never invited to any of the hen parties or late night discussions with the older girls where the 'important' lessons of school were learned, namely how to interact with your peers and learn the subtle lessons of bargaining and give and take. I missed most of the other slightly less important lessons that I should have learned there as well, how to smuggle in and smoke cigarettes and liquor without getting caught, how to apply makeup, how to fall in love with a boy and. I couldn’t resist the temptation anymore.I put my hand over her boobs and gently pressed it, it was big, round, and soft i kept pressing it i could feel her nipple too i played with it with my finger tip. i did the same with the other boob. her gown had buttons i stated to undo them one by one to out my hand inside. but aunty turned in bed. her back was facing me the blanket was totally taken off her body.I touched her ass with my hand and then i scoot over closer to her so that my penis.