But my undies bunched up under my semi- erect cock stopping me from getting the pants up, zipped, or buttoned. I froze when I heard her come into th... room muttering “Oh, you’d better NOT have come in here” and remembered I’d left the door ajar for a quick exit instead of closing it like it had been. The gaps between the folding door slats allowed me to watch where she was moving and to see she had brought clean folded towels with her. Good! She was gonna shower like usual and then I could. ”“Knives aren’t weapons,” Linda muttered, face dark. She folded her arms beneath her breaths.“Tell that to London. They had a higher murder rate than New York City with just knives. People find away. We need to take that way from them.” James looked around the table. “That’s my view. Take away the cause for violence, then the tools don’t matter. Take away the tools, and those who want to do violence will just find other ways.”“I like that,” I said, writing down notes.“Fine,” muttered Linda. My. "Although I think she knows anyway." I don't spread gossip and tales, Hannah," I said, wondering who the two could be. "But don't feel you have to tell me about others." No, it's not about others, well one other," she said softly. "It's Jenny and me, we are, well, we are lesbians, we have done, well, lots of things together. And neither of us are really interested in guys, I mean not for sex or stuff like that. That's why we want to go to Germany, to Europe after this year; they are far more. Easing her swimsuit further I soon had a view of her slightly rounded belly, followed by her thick black untrimmed pubic hair. I watched her gently drying between her legs before she pulled on her white panties. She then attended to her big tits carefully drying them before hiding them inside her vast white bra. She continued to dress and left oblivious of the fact she had been secretly observed for my sexual gratification.Next a plump woman in her early 50s entered wearing grey sweat pants and.