Inside were two cubicles, and a wash basin. Milf sex Got it?”
“Yes maam,” I said, frantically wiping my face (which smelt amazing) and doing up my pants. “Miss, can I go to the bathroom?” I asked. I mean…” I started to splutter, while frantically reaching for the toilet paper. I languidly started to stroke, enjoying the feeling of each slow movement up and down. She unzipped her skirt, and the material strained as she pulled it down over her large ass and massive thighs. My eyes jerked open and I was shocked to see the stall door had opened, and that Ms Aziz, the vice principal, was standing there with her hands folded, looking into the stall. All I know is that I was sitting on the toilet in a cum covered cubicle, my sizable cock in my hand and that I was looking very dishevelled.
