My pussy was aching for release, but I forced myself to wait. With the stream still going strong, I knelt up and took hold of the leathery shaft. I ru...bbed my hands up it length until I reached his two warm ball sacks. I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight. I returned back to his wonderful cock, rubbed its length with my piss-wet hands. His stream of piss had subsided. Until there was a slow waning drip on the end. I ducked my head down to his cock and sucked on the tip. As I rubbed. Devon whined and whimpered as her body shook through the orgasm. Her body was battered by explosive releases of orgasmic energy that tore through her thin frame with irresistible force. She clung grimly to the headboard, her back arching again, throwing her hot, hard titties up and out.Freda continued her sucking. Devon's convulsions weakened, gradually tapering off until she was still but for the rise and fall of her chest. Freda sat up, then moved slightly, sitting with her legs curled under. About five minutes later she was naked, as was Roy, and the black man was on his knees eating Mrs Cakewell's hairy minge. There was SO much going on, I couldn't watch it all. I needed compound eyes among my super powers.A couple in their 40's, over the other side of the room had got right down to it, with the man's fly simply open,and her undrwear merely pulled aside it seems, they were fucking, with her on his lap. I could see a glimpse of his shaft now and then, in and out, and in and out,. They are all kind of together and if you miss the sign, a woman could end up on the men’s side of dressing room row. Of course I always direct Carla to the wrong end and she, willingly and playfully abides. She’s “accident- ly” left the door ajar many times. She lets her panties fall to the floor in sight and to the surprise of whomever is in the next stall. She’s even masturbated in there. It’s just one of our more routine fun things we do a couple times a.