I wasn’t finished pissing when another guy entered the restroom. He was slightly shorter and but still quite muscular, about 45 with his naturally b...lack hair slowly getting grey. He was stepping next to me and unzipped. I was still fascinated by those ads and when I got to those at his side I realized he was checking me out. I instantly looked down at my own urinal. I was fully hard now, which was turning me on but was also kind of awkward but then I realized he wasn’t pissing at all. In fact. He then started to cum all over their nipples and faces. All the girls were opening their mouths and trying to catch what they could of his cum. They smeared it all over their chests and licked each other, trying to get all they could of it in their mouths. Samantha then leaned back against the locker and started to rub herself hard – she was so close. The girls told the guy that it was time he got cleaned up and she could tell they were leading him off to the showers. She could not believe. ] ... blackness... ... silence... Face down on a cold stone table, Éowyn drifted upward through layers of sleep. No, that’s not true either. Willful denial of consciousness isn’t the same as rest. Registering without emotion the chill that penetrated to her bones, she realized she was shivering. That’s what woke me.Her vision was obliterated by a thick black hood that reeked of sweat and fear. I was only moments from ending my torment. Will I ever have another opportunity? Or will I again fail. By celebrating Heron, Rodwell knew he would earn some kudos with the College. Heron had been one of its founding fathers, so anything with a Heron association found favour with the Faculty. Luckily, the director discovered, Heron had left a bequest of his ethnographic collection to the museum. They'd never really bothered to look at it before but when they'd gone through the boxes in the museum's warehouse they'd found a curious collection of specimens and artefacts from Heron's Indian.