Bridget was still so aroused, she could feel her hard clit rubbing against her panties and stirring up her hormones. It didn’t help that sexy Patric... was downstairs waiting on her to serve him coffee. She knew if she didn’t relieve some of the pressure that she would be hard pressed to let Patrick leave without her trying anything. Bridget slowly undressed, admiring her body in the full length mirror on her wall. She loved the way her 34C breasts swung as she danced and the gentle tuck of her. .. I mean is it dirty? Are there weirdoes and freaks all sitting around wearing nothing but trench-coats?" Now it was my turn to laugh."I don't know ... maybe, but no one I actually saw ... if you don't count the one woman I did see in there, giving her husband, or boyfriend a hand-job just a few seats away from me the last time I went there," I shared with her."Seriously? You saw that? She really did?" Yeah, she did. But it's only the first time I've ever actually seen anything like that. I started coughing because of the intense smell and moved away from his dick. I looked up at the thief. He was clearly irritated because he was left hanging, but realized it was his mistake. Thief (looking around): Bathroom kaha hai? Yaha bhagta bhagta aya hu, isi liye ye halat ho gai.He saw what looked like a bathroom door and started going in that direction. I immediately pulled him back to where he was.Me: Chup chap khada reh aur jo me bolti hu wohi kar…To tell you the truth, I was really. When I finished, I decided to go into the shed to get the carrot seeds. I walked past Sherry but tried not to look at her, keeping my head down as I walked by. John was up in the North Meadow, her mother was in the house. No one would see us if we talked, but I thought it was best to keep our distance. While I was on my way to the shed, Sherry stood up to stretch. She lifted her arms in the air and stood on her toes, reaching skyward, arching her back as she stretched. With her arms high above.