And before I knew it, I was touching myself. I kept my eyes fixated on my screen as if I was reading, but my hands were stroking my legs, my underwear...and then my pussy - she was so wet, just because you were close. And I didn’t notice you drop your pen. You apologised to whoever you were talking to and then you knelt down to pick it up, and you saw me. You saw my hands eagerly caressing myself, and you… kept watching. And I didn’t stop. I saw you now bent in front of my desk, your eyes. Her dad had given his okay and Hilda was going to make up a lunch platter for us. We could leave our new suits here or we could take them home."Might as well leave them here," I said. "Wendy and I aren't likely to be going to any other pools soon!"Annette smiled at us, and then we took Linda and Julie to the guest bath so they could shower and change. Wendy and I went with Annette and Mandy. Annette's bathroom was more than big enough for the four of us, and as Annette said last time, it wasn't. It made her voice sound tense, excited. "I guess -- an old home-town friend can visit?" she said in very measured tones. She sounded unconvinced, but she had opened the door for me."Yeh, that would be great," I said. "I'll be very careful." I won't even leave foot prints in the snow!" I was getting cocky now and I cautioned myself."It's July!" she retaliated lightly.She explained how to get there.The taxi pulled up at the end of the road at 9:30PM. It was a strange feeling walking down to the. I just looked at her and drooled. Robin was wearing a tight blue jean mini shirt with threads hanging around the bottom and a blue and white gingham shirt that was just tied in a knot under her breasts. Her bright red bra was about half visible in the front. Her matching thong panties were up high enough to be visible in the rear. Robin had on a pair of white cowboy boots and a white cowboy hat. She honestly looked good enough to eat. I was surprised that her skimpy skirt even covered her.