"The guys around here have been trading shots of your ass since your second day. Look for yourself." He brandished his phone and pointed it towards he.... With quick, sharp gestures he scrolled past screen after screen of pictures. Stacy's face burned with embarrassment. There were pictures of her in skirts, pants, and even jeans. Shock rippled through her. The only time she wore jeans was away from work. Boys had snapped pictures of her while she was about town.Darren had a dozen of her in her. I moved here because I left my abusive husband. He hit me and called me names." I was mad. She was a nice woman. Sweet and nice. I told her that my Mom sent me to help her move in. She smiled her nice smile and sent me in saying she needed help with the boxes. She showed me where everything went and how to put together her furniture and bed. I saw a box that was labeled, secret stuff. I was curious and she told me that it was her toys like a dildo and vibes. I blushed. “Sorry for asking.” She. “I love your outfit,” he said, “Bottomless.” He spun me around like a dance partner and slapped my ass. “I see you’re ready. But first I want a drink. Make me a margarita.”“The take-charge attitude is new. I like,” I said. “Come on in the kitchen and I’ll make a pitcher. You want salt on the rim?” As I stood at the counter and prepared margaritas, I felt a dribble of lube between my thighs. It’s a great sensation. I like to think it’s probably like a wet pussy. Jon was talking about something. Next day I purposefully dint take the towel to bathroom. I called bhabhi I opened half of my door and asked for towel. She told she will get in two min.I kept the door open turned other side and stood there. I could see her from the mirror. She cam with towel, o was watching her from the mirror. She was staring at my body my dick became hard I just stood there as if I dint noticed her. She was watching me couple of minute then she called my name then I turned towards her and saw her standing in.