Warner could have at least now and then made a pass. Just for fun, me being single for the duration of my shift. Probably best where nobody else could...see — maybe where they stock the kapok vests. Wanda in Inventory has the key. Rosies pretty much run this place, actually.But he never figured it out, ole’ pal-o-mine Warner.Nothing wrong with Stan on the home front, but our shifts usually didn’t even agree.But back to the rest of the crew. “Hey, Warner?” pulling him aside at pee break. They just. .. and as it seems I am a day and a half behind the curve, I have the upper ground.”Bob looked befuddled and nonplussed, still wondering why the girls were hiding under the duvet. Anita and Sue looked at each other, smiled and nodded, then threw the duvet to one side. The two women were both clad in matching red lace underwear and stockings.Bob gasped and absorbed the view. Identical low cut bras, suspender belts and crotch-less knickers with red lace stockings. His eyes dodged between the. Pushing further into his nibbles, they're turning into bites, her breath quickening as she's slowly grinding against his jeans.Teeth tugging on her neck, her hands roam down, unzipping his pants, popping the button out, easing them down his waist. Pushing himself up he helps slide his pants and underwear off his legs, his slightly aroused cock springing free. Settling against his lap again, her hands gently scratching his chest and abs, moans escaping from her mouth at their skin to skin. " My wife said teasingly.I removed my shorts and boxers and knelt on Kelly's chaise lounge, my knees between hers. I wanted her to have a good view of me as I masturbated. I also wanted a closer look at those panties. I spit into the palm of my right hand and began to stroke my cock slowly, pointing it right at Kelly's face. My wife sat up in her lounge and gave herself a front row seat to my stroke session. With one hand, Kelly began to rub one of her tits. The other hand snaked down to her.