As my core twitched I couldn't help but kind of appreciate the wetness from the spilled drink on me. Looked around and no one was coming in or out of ...he parking garage. Thought about adjusting my mirrors to have my own back but said "fuck it" outloud, unbuttoned my shorts, slipped them down my hips just enough to see my tan line and touched my already begging clit. As I pictured this dream of a man having his way with me like I was his little fuck toy in the middle of that tiny bar I went on. This was the first she'd ever mentioned getting in trouble, "What sort of trouble did you get in?" I asked, stressing the pronoun.The look Noelle gave me told me that I'd fallen into some sort of erroneous assumption about her. Turning to face her more directly, I inspected her as if whatever she'd been up to would have left some sort of physical trace."Petty stuff," she said. "Sneaking out, forging a note from my parents, smoking." You smoke?" I asked. I was having a hard time taking in all. I was looking and studied its length and width with my eyes. I found myself wanting to touch it but did not have the nerve to do so. While this was taking place, Josh was rubbing my back and took his other hand and let it rest on my breast. I wasn't certain that this was intentional. He wasn't playing with my breast, just resting his hand on it. However, I saw his dick twitch several times when he touched me. For some reason, I decided to get a little bolder and I let my hand slowly move down. You know ... that night. I have to pee, I hope that’s ok.”“Mm huh” was all Sandy could manage.Her hands stopped, with one still in her slit and the other one, the one that was in her anus, quickly pulled out and holding herself up against the shower wall. She removed the other hand from her slit to balance while she washed her finger off from what she didn’t want to check. Then she turned around to wash her butt crack and finally wash her other hand. She was rather miffed that Randy came in.