She headed for her desk, unlocked the drawers and carefully picks out a manila folder, holding it tightly to her heaving chest. A deep breath, quick g...lance round and she’s moving again.She passes me. Seems focused. On a mission. She turns at the end of the corridor. I slip out of the toilets and follow her, still in my running shorts and vest, still with the back up that I’m heading for the showers. My heart is pounding. I can cover that, I think to myself, I’ve been running!I round the corner. When I had cupped her jeans to pull her back against me, I might have imagined that I could feel her body heat beneath my palm. I could not believe that as my hand shot inside her panties, my fingers found a burning puddle of wetness. Her body opened up and pulled my fingers inside. Her wordless cry of affirmation drove me to curl my fingers in and out repeatedly.She half turned in my arms and she pulled me down into an aggressive kiss. I think she wanted to turn more, but her legs were trapped. Cocks were fascinating to Phyl and me: their shape and length, how they would be soft and stiffen, how they would cum, and we had two real ones to play around with. We were also excited about our cunts but it’s what a cock could do to our cunts that brought us upstairs to my room that afternoon. A cock properly used could take Phyl and me to another level..not just cuming but more than that…making us gasp and get dizzy—our bodies to sweat and pulse and flex…to lose control of ourselves. . "I bet this is wall to wall people in summer" Cat observed.Stan replied "I'm sure it is, which is why I like it now but stay away from here in season!" Let's walk" Cat suggested, and soon they were on the beach. The tide was almost out, and there were only small waves gently breaking on the sand.Holding hands, they walked for what seemed like hours.Eventually, they realized that they were getting quite hungry. They made their way back to the car, got in, and Stan headed further south, finding a.