Dropping my pants and underwear, my bum had hardly hit the toilet, when plop, my bowels moved. What a relief. I had just finished cleaning my butt and... was just starting to pull up my pants and underwear when I heard the door open. I stopped and stayed on the toilet for a moment.The guy picked the stall beside me on my right. Hmmmm, I thought. This might get interesting! Under the partition I could see his pants drop on top of his shoes as he settled down. Then his left shoe rose and fell. Then. They were soaking. She held them up to her face. They reeked of sex.She bunched them in her hand and pulling her skirt and slip up, she spread her feet wide apart, bent her knees and in a semi-squat, towelled her vagina and her bush vigorously with the knickers. Going to her dressing table she put sprinkled some talc on the palm of one hand and patted it all over her bush and between her legs.With her fingers spread she fluffed out the hairs to get rid of the excess. Opening her chest of. The room phone rang and seema answered and it was my wife, she asked if it was all ok and if i was teaching her well, seema responded and said" perfect, do you mind if we carry on", and my wife said thats fine, just carry on! And seema kept the phone and said"so whats next?" and i just smiled and said" next you kiss him and he will do the rest". I rubbed my hands on her net bra and slipped my hands on her boobs and she just unclipped her bra and threw it on the floor and i started to suck her. She slipped out of her gossamer clothes, her huge breasts falling heavily from their supports and bouncing gently as they settled. The tent in his pats rubbed against her rapidly moistening loins, her heat penetrating his layers of clothing. She wrapped him clumsily in her long arms, pulling him off balance, and he fell forward into her body, his face cushioned by her soft cleavage. He breathed in her familiar scent, delving his hands into her fat bosom, his fingers sinking into their supple.