“I went swimming before and wanted to wash the chlorine off,” she said, reading my mind.We ate the pizza and chatted. She told me about her school...plans for next year; I talked about my experiences in college. Things got quiet for a few minutes. Then Emily asked me about the women at school. When I pressed her as to what she meant, she told me she was worried about the parties. She’d never drank before, and thought every night was wild drinking and crazy sex with total strangers.I told her. -Me caen ustedes como anillo al dedo, esta noche invit? a un productoramigo mi?, estoy tratando de obtener un papel en su obra y me puedenayudar con la lectura dramatizada que quiero hacer. Claro para ellodeber?an ensayar un poco, Carolina mi amor, en el estudio est? el gui?n?Puedes ocuparte de ello? ?Ah!, oc?pate tambi?n de tener lista la cena,debo salir en la tarde y llego en la noche con el productor.Las ametrallantes palabras de Cristina, la madre de Carolina, dibujaronel panorama de lo que. Her breasts, so perfectly round and pert. A trimwaist with a flat stomach, leading to her soft blondepussy hair. I so wanted to touch her. She pulled mecloser and the hot water hit me. We kissed, a smallgentle kiss, and then we giggled again. Nerves playingtheir part!We took the soap between both our hands and slowlylathered it up, I could resist no longer. I ran myhands over her shoulders and down over her breasts, hernipples jumped into life and she let out a quiet moan.Our mouths met again. Patterson was mortified. He had been busted and he knew it. He just didn’t know what to do next. His instincts told him to grab his clothes and run and he began desperately searching for his pants and shoes.“It’s you isn’t it?” Mia continued, the half smile still played over her painted lips. “You’re the peeper, aren’t you?”“I don’t know what you mean! I’m…er…I’m a police officer…er….I mean a detective….I…um…”The words finally failed Peeping Tom Patterson and he lulled into an embarrassed.