There was just enough space for a washer and dryer. There was a small red throw rug on the black and white checkered tile. I rubbed my eyes. I barely ...lept. All I could think of was Mrs. Cotton, and that I wanted to do more with her. I felt my cock grow two inches under my top sheet. I then heard the lid to the washer, open. The yellow metal hitting the top of the dryer. I quickly sprang out of bed. I scooped up some clean clothes and dirty clothes. I tossed them into my hard plastic laundry. "Everything!" I replied in a bad mood "Lisa ended it with me, I was late work because of those stupid road works on the high street, my boss is threatening to fire me, and I haven't eaten since this morning!" I groaned."Wow!" Bridget said amazed "You sound like you've had, a really bad day!" I really, really have!" I muttered looking very miserable."Well, i'll get you a beer" she said getting up and heading into the kitchen "That'll help cheer you up!" Thanks, but I really don't think it will!". "Paige hugged her arms around her and shivered. "I'm not touching any of those boxes, and you're going into every room before I do."He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts lifted with her arms crossed beneath them. "So, you want to help me bring in the boxes?" Sure. Just go make sure that there aren't any mice in my room first, so I can put my bag in there."He nodded and went to do exactly that. He put his hands in his pockets and pushed them out to hide his still throbbing. Panic gripped me, spluttering my apologies, and desperately begging forgiveness, all at once, I rocked back on my heels. Ros bless her leant down and kissed me, with the kiss of an angel, whispering that “That she could effect-me, so was a compliment” and that “the clothing would wash, so not to worry, and that we would see if we could do it again soon if I still wanted to continue!” I spluttered yes please, and she took my hand leading me to her bed, and making herself comfortable on her.