She quickly rummaged through her clothes to find something to wear. Eventually she found what she was looking for her overall shorts, a cameo Tennesse... Volunteers tank top, her white halter bra, and her white laced thong. As she put on her thong she could tell it wouldn’t be long before they were soaked through. She almost thought about going commando then remember her previous panties that nearly stuck to the wall before falling into the basket just a few moments ago. If she did that her. She never closed the bathroom door all the way. It was a shared bathroom, with a double room on each side. If you went in to take a shower, you could lock the other door, so the people in the next room wouldn't barge in on you. But she never locked the door on our side, she just closed it over a good bit and then went into the shower.I was walking out of the room one night when I realized that I could see her in the shower through the crack in the half-open door. The shower curtain didn't quite. .. yes, please!" I put your things in the washing machine; I hope nothing runs or shrinks," Paul said, when Penny appeared, in his towelling bathrobe."No, they should be all right; but it wouldn't matter, you did your best. By the way, I love this robe! I have one, but yours is better! And I never said 'Thank You', Paulie: I don't think I've ever got so wet, so quickly. And it was so cold, too." Well, a couple of hours and your clothes should be dry again. Did you get what you were looking for. I was a little confused to be honest, because we had never even discussed going this far and for him to dismiss what was going on in front of his eyes seemed quite shocking. It was a bit of an “oh my god” moment for me; as I said before I enjoyed the actual playing, more than the sex when we got home. Often I would fantasise that this sort of thing would happen; having a guy take control of my body, do things to me in a public place; taking me beyond the bounds of acceptable behaviour. Two guys.