I looked around and it was just a white out, and as if the silence could render the sound of falling snowflakes, the sound of the cubical door closing...in the toilet, was more welcome and I wasted no time in following him down into the piss smelling toilet.I dropped onto my knees and looked under each cubical in turn until I saw his feet, then went into an adjacent cubical, and coughed, to let him know I was there and a female, by that brazen approach, there was no room for error, and to. Not even myself. I hadn't had any time at all as of late. It buzzed up, making my hips buck and I could feel the liquids running down my legs, running down onto the sheets. This was not taking long at all. I heard them settle in for the football game and within the first half he had turned it up all the way and then all the way off when I was just on the verge of cumming. I was greatful for that, because I didn't know how long I could wait anymore. As time passed my liquids ran further down my. If anyone had asked her "Do you love your husband?" She would have answered: "What kind of question is that? Of course I love him." But in reality, she had married him because it was the thing to do, and because he had asked her to marry him. It was that simple. She did like him; he was a nice enough guy and he was a nice provider; but did she love him passionately? No, she did not. But she had determined early in her marriage to make the best of it, so she had been a dutiful wife.The fact that. I was completely paralyzed, but could not take my eyes off them. I wore my big dark sunglasses and pretended not to see them. I lotion myself slowly all over my body, with my eyes fixed on what was happening next. Helen took off Karls pants and I saw that he had an erect penis which she stroked on the outside of her panties. I hadn’t had sex yet, just jerked off some classmates at parties, but this was something completely different. I continued to lubricate my shoulders as her tits rolled out.