Some of the men just wanted to feel me up; slide their hands under my skirt or down my top under my clothes. I was more than happy to let them do this...as much as they liked. As I said before, I love being felt up and groped. I love feeling men's hands, young and old, all over my naked skin. And I've been brought up to respect and appreciate my elders as we owe them all so much so, if they want to get some pleasure from me, I think it's both an honor, a privilege and a civil duty to oblige. "Jane stood there in shock, trying to mutter out some kind of lame excuse for her hypocrisy, while I grabbed my jacket and headed to the Irish pub, walking as I didn't wish a DUI, and Cavanaugh's wasn't that far away from the apartment that Jane and I shared. If she did anything to my stuff in the meantime, I'd already decided to sue her ass over it. I was that angry right then. She had no call to judge me since she did the same thing as me. We should have just let it go and kissed and made up,. They finished unpacking and talked with me whilst doing it. Finally they said “well, we will take a shower an then discover the city”, and I made an excuse to go to my room. While they were getting ready (choosing clothes and whatnot) I was just watching the camera, with the bathroom empty, but the thought that in a matter of minutes, they will be getting naked in front of it, made that fifteen to thirty minutes to feel just a second for me. Not doing anything but to watch an empty room in. I hadn’t cleaned the pool since I got back, but someone had done it regularly. I didn’t mind doing it. In the pump house I found a new testing kit that had a cartridge I put into the handle and moved back and forth in the water until it beeped. From the instructions I found this was some sort of new lab on a chip cartridge. I only had to put it into the slot on the new computerized chemical system. When it finished reading the cartridge it ejected it into a clear container below it that had a.