As I reach the far end of the hall I peek around the shelves and my jaw drops to the floor by the sight that greets me. The pretty young librarian is ...lying on a long wooden table, a book in one hand the other slowly sliding over her dress, gently squeezing one of her breasts. The hand flicks up to the book, quickly turning the page, then returns to her breast, the long fingers running up the side towards the nipple pressed against the thin dress. Her chest start to rise and fall faster as her. I thought I would try my luck and gestured to her with my head and then got up to go to the toilets. I looked back and she was excusing herself.She caught up to me and she had a very sexy look about her. I told her my name and she said she was Wendy. Obviously she was up for something so as there was nobody around I opened the disabled toilet door and we stepped in. I knew we would have to hurry if anything was to happen so as I closed the door I put my hand up her skirt from behind. She. She quietly put her bra on and slipped her shirt on over her head. She reached down and grabbed her pants and realized she hadn't grabbed her panties... oh shit. How the hell did she miss those? She sent a silent prayer up that her mom would just go to her own room... or the bathroom. Take a shower mom. Anything but come in here...Bree felt her legs weaken when she heard the sound of Trina's door opening. She leaned forward putting her ear close to the door hoping that her pounding heart. Amir was now fully erect, almost painfully erect and he pulled out of my mouth with a pop. He then pushed me back, on to my back, pulled my legs up on to the bed and turned me head facing the head board. From there he rolled me on to my stomach and reached for a condom as I reached for the lube. This was going to be traditional, with me face down, fanny up and him in complete control from the top. This is the normal means for men to relieve themselves with faggots in the Middle East and most of.