Jack felt guilt stir in his stomach, even though he was completely aware that it wasn’t him who was in the wrong. “Listen, if you can put the mon...y back by tomorrow morning, we’ll forget it all happened,” he compromised. “I can’t, I’ve spent it now,” she moaned, dropping her head into her hands in frustration. Jack felt such an intense atmosphere of what could only be described as awkwardness. He didn’t want to expose Izzy’s crime but he was one of those employees that would never put a foot. But if you ever plan another orgy like this; you better count me in" Michele replied, a smirk breaking out on her face.Everyone in the room burst into laughter.As Michele drove back to her sister's house in the early hours of the morning she pondered on the previous evening's events. Michele's sister Angie had revealed that she knew her brother Malcolm (Michele's alter ego) was a closet transvestite (and seriously hinted that she herself was a lesbian!). Michele's workmate Jill had let Malcolm. Chuckling Lil said, I wanted to, but how would it look. Anyway, you had just stepped out of the shower when I came in, your skin was so shiny and pink from the hot water. I loved how it felt when you started drying me, Pam said. To feel your hands on my boobs, down my back to my butt. Kissing Pam Lil said, your pussy was so warm when I put my hand on it. I was so scared, Pam said. Something wanted me to press against your hand, but I didn't know how you'd react. I wrapped you with a dry towel. “I hope no one saw us. I wouldn’t have heard a thing.” “I hope they liked the show.” “Some show. Look how dark it is. They wouldn’t have seen me. Just you. Just your pasty white ass. Imagine some poor kid walking by, she’d be scarred for life. ‘Mommy, why was that ghost mooning me?’” We laughed. She pushed me away slightly and said, “We need to go. It’s getting late.” I pulled up my pants and covered my pasty white ass as she rubbed a handkerchief between her thighs and smoothed her dress.