How could I keep my head up?I couldn’t scoot into the girl’s loo; it was farther along the corridor, behind an approaching Marcus, who thankfully ...hadn’t seen me yet. The only exit available, on my immediate left, the Janitors room. Old Cawthorne was probably scrubbing graffiti off a wall somewhere, I hoped. Luckily the door was unlocked. I sidled in and closed it behind me.I had that sense of utter relief and exhaled deeply, once. So you must understand my surprise when I heard a deeper more. “Not bad for forty-five,” Bee smirks as she tongue kisses Dee with her hands all over her. They both have voluptuous, size 14 bodies. Wonderful, long, fleshy thighs, flat stomachs, tucked in waists, average tits and gorgeous, hippy, firm, big asses. And I love the way they have trimmed their pubic hair - just a tuft above their cunt lips.“Don’t disappoint us,” Dee smiles as Bee undresses me. I am enjoying the moment and want to impress them with a full-on erection.I have my hands on my hips as. Dirty, but not gross. I liked it.”“I’m so glad to hear that. I’m looking forward to more of your fantastic blowjobs as we go along.”Jack’s remark stung me. I sensed a red flag that he was expecting our sexual adventure to continue after we get back to Atlanta. “Jack… maybe we should talk… about that…, about us, I mean.”“What’s wrong, Susan?” Jack inquired. “You don’t want this to continue?”“Jack, office romances never work out and usually end up in disaster. Besides, you are happily married to. He took a breath, “Taylor, ah, Wow, just Wow!”Then Ashley timed her entrance and came up beside Taylor. SHIT! She had on a jet black Candace slit midi dress, at first appearing reasonable, almost modest, until your brain realized that slit on one leg went all the way up to her hip. It didn’t help that it looked like the dress had to be painted on; it fit every girl curve from knee to breast. It was strapless, held up by sheer desire to keep the girl with some semblance of modesty. The material.