Well, finally I waited for it! Graduation, today all three eleventh grade go into adulthood. I waited for this day, perhaps, more than my students. Something is not happening in this world - every year children are becoming unbearable. No, my class is still nothing, but the younger generation is something ... Although among my own too ... there are such instances ... But today you can forget about sad things, a trifle is on vacation for a long time, and graduates look respectable and solemnly. Boys polls in strict suits and ties, even those in such a form and it was impossible to imagine. Girls with hairstyles of varying degrees of sophistication and stunning dresses. Just the royal ball, not graduation in a regular school.

My joy was a little saddened by the fact that this year I was officially appointed to keep an eye on order. I hope nothing like this will happen today - yet apart from me, almost the entire teaching staff is present, and many parents also came to look after their children. But in spite of the semi-dry law every year, these assholes manage to bring vodka to the officially allowed champagne and dry wine, after which the fathers have to literally take them home. Okay, let's hope that everything will be passable, although, as the experience of previous years shows ... no, I will not remember, I’m still nakaku.

The solemn part ended fairly quickly - the headmistress and guests from higher instances met their speeches in half an hour, after which the kids finally received their certificates, looked at the obligatory amateur activities and moved to the tables with a noisy crowd.

The first hour, everything went decently. I would probably say too well. The solemnity of the moment influenced even the most inveterate. But when the champagne finally hit the head, and the light was muffled, creating a favorable atmosphere for dancing, some adults, and some children, reached for the exit. So it is not surprising - someone to the toilet, someone to smoke, breathe air, although according to the latest trends it is forbidden to let anyone out of the building until the morning. Well, without a doubt, smuggled carried alcohol. Accordingly, I also went to the exit, but then you never know what.

Slowly bypassing the first floor and not noticing any violations, except to frighten off a kissing couple at the far end of the corridor, I exchanged a few words with the guard Valera and decided to go up to the second just in case. In fact, it was not supposed that anyone would wander above the ground floor, they didn’t even turn on the light, and I was greeted by a deep silence and the lamps above the doors that barely lit the corridors above the doors, with something like a painted “Exit” sign.

Suddenly the bladder made itself felt - the champagne I had drunk did not disappear without a trace. Teacher's toilet on the floor, as usual, was locked for a key. Nothing, I will use the student - still no one. Moreover, this year they made repairs there and even - lo and behold! - hung on the booths door. I perched on the toilet and exhaled with relief, let out a resonant stream. Having done his work, he pulled up his underpants and at that moment someone else went to the toilet, judging by the steps - not one. It is unlikely that someone from adults, for sure kids roam. Well, well, let them just try to arrange something illegal here.

- I'll get it now. - I heard.

The voice was familiar to me - Nikiforov from my class. And surely the whole company with him, five people, three guys and two girls. The guys are generally good, but prone to malicious misconduct. Nearby there was the characteristic sound of a bottle hitting the edge of a cistern.

- Did you get the glasses?

Oh, and this is Gusev, from the same company.

- I brought.

It is clear, and Lena Kryukova here.

Pulling back, they moved to the windowsill. I could even see them through the door of the stall, which was not fully closed. Fortunately, they did not turn on the light and I, in a dark dress, went unnoticed. For some reason, the company was not at full strength - only these three. It was possible, of course, to go out, take away a bottle from them and spoil the holiday for the children. It is impossible not to take it away, in which case, if it turns out that I saw everything and did nothing, I will be guilty just as if I had drunk them myself. However, the children felt sorry. Let them, they are now kind of like adults, adults and independent. Moreover, as I was able to see, they have not vodka, but some kind of wine. What they, hefty brows, with one bottle will be? I'd rather stand here quietly here, sort of like no me. They are probably for long.

Gusev poured half a glass and held out Kryukova:

- Len, you are the first.

She coolly swallowed and bit off half of the sandwich served.

- Now you.

Nikiforov drained the wine and did not even frown. Gusev poured himself:

- A snack to eat?

- On! - Kryukova handed him the second half of the sandwich.

After drinking, Gusev immediately poured more. It all happened again.

Nikiforov lounged, leaning on the window sill and lit a cigarette.

- Wow ... good!

Nearby, too, Kryukova joined up with a cigarette, dragged out and without any restraint, holding up her skirt, began to straighten her stockings. Gusev disappeared somewhere out of sight, however, the murmur in the next booth prompted where he was. It soon ceased, and almost immediately Kryukov, looking up, was outraged by the picture:

- Pasha, well, at least you removed it before you leave!

- Why? As if you did not see him ... - Gusev appeared again in the space I was viewing, with a member looking out of my pants. - Len, I was thinking here ... maybe the mine machine is quick, eh?

- Here's another! Who suddenly go down?

- And we quickly. Dan won pokaraulit. - He nodded at Nikiforov.

I even more pressed in the far corner of the booth, regretting that it did not come out earlier. It seems that an indecent act unfolded before me. No, I guessed that Lena had not been a virgin for a long time and even suspected that she was fucking with someone from her company, but judging by the conversation, they and Nikiforov’s presence are not considered an obstacle.

Lenka sighed, in two puffs she smoked a cigarette:

- Well, come on.

Gusev deftly jumped his ass on the windowsill. Lenka bent over his groin, several times held a slack, like a thick sausage penis hand, and then, surprising me, deftly pulled the end of a narrow tie trunk at the scrotum. The member right before his eyes was filled with blood and swollen, gleaming with a glossy head, which Kryukova sucked noisily. I, looking at her measuredly moving head, could not believe my eyes, but right in front of me a girl from my class was sucking a member of a boy from my class. And she did it skillfully. Gusev sniffled, blinked and held her head. It seemed to me that the Lenkin bright red lip hardly stretches on the swollen organ, although it conscientiously swallowed about half the length. I, who remembered them from the first class, only now, looking at a member with barely embossed veins that barely fit in my mouth, realized that the boys had finally grown.

It seemed to me that there could not be more debauchery, but it turned out that I was wrong. Behind Nikiforov came up to Lenke who bent over and so easily, as if there was nothing like that, he pulled her skirt up onto her back, exposing not only her legs, but also her buttocks. After that, just as calmly pulled off her panties. Lenka released a member from her mouth, but she was not indignant as I expected, but said anxiously:

- Dan, what if someone comes in? Maybe you then?

- We will hear, do not be afraid. Silence is all around.

She again took up a member of Gusev. Nikiforov, unbuttoning his pants, threw out his elda, felt Lenka between his legs and, apparently, making sure that there was wet enough, he began to shove a member into Lenka. Its size, though not striking the imagination, but looked impressive, and I have seen everything in my lifetime.Not a three-digit number, of course - I'm a decent married woman - but more than a dozen are exactly what I thought was enough to have an idea ...