She can't believe she is masterbaiting while thinking of her friend, but it feels so damn good. After several minutes and now sitting in the doorway, ...riel begins to stir and the washer buzzes loudly causing her to stir some more. Amanda books it praying the door closes behind her.As she finishes setting the machines for their respective loads, a soft gentle hand grabs her ass while the other comes swinging around grabbing her large breast. A set a moist lips gently kiss her neck, and she hears. ‘I thought having Janet here the first couple of years should have answered that question.’ Mary shook her head: ‘You never know, Vic, you never know. The Reverend Stokely, your predecessor, had a wife and two daughters here with him.’ ‘Lovely girls, both grew up to be accountants like their mother,’ Mavis interjected. ‘And yet the talk of the parish was how he played Timothy and Niall off against each other for years while sleeping with both of them,’ Mary concluded. Sheila looked wistful.. He pushed her against the doors and kissed her. She tasted of spearmint. This is really happening, isn’t it!? The doors parted and they stumbled into the elevator. He pushed number 6 and turned around. Clare stood in the corner, half-lifting herself up on the handles. She bit her lower lip, looking disarmingly naughty. He rushed to her, pulled her close, and resumed their necking. With one hand, he grabbed her thigh and with the other, he ardently cupped a boob under her shirt. She nipped his. She wondered what that said about the view of women as sexual creatures. The obvious norm was that it was something done behind closed doors and never talked about, especially if you liked something other than men and women in the missionary position. If you watched daytime TV you could only conclude that women didn't have a sex drive. An hour at a party like this would change anyone's mind; men sought out women, but better than half the time it was a woman who initiated things.She'd no sooner.