As I drew closer, it was clear her breasts were unencumbered as her nipples tented the front of her t-shirt. Her eyes flicked up towards me as her fin...er disappeared again. She winked at me, said something, then looked at me again. Her finger was still inside her shorts, and now I was parallel with her. I could see what she did. Her thumb stroked one puffy pussy lip. She winked again and pulled the finger out of her shorts. She held her finger up to her lips, urging me to silence, then looked. It was always on the first Saturday in December, and it was a big event among our circle of friends. It's a slow time for our business, which is why he spent almost all his time decorating his house. At last count, he put up something like twenty-four fully decorated Christmas trees, ranging from a few five-foot trees to a trio of monsters in the living room that topped twelve feet.So I was surprised when Gabriel asked if I wanted to have a drink with him at the Jazz Club. It was Tuesday, and. This is a college restroom, not the gynecologist, honey! Did you mix Adderall and Concerta again?All at once I was convinced that he wouldn’t be there today, and that I was an idiot. Worse, an idiot with a wet thigh and moist panties wrapped in toilet paper stuffed into a clean plastic bag she had carried around with her for this very purpose all day.Huffing, I put my panty hose on again, cursing as the edge of a fingernail caught the material and put a small tear in it at the right knee, and. I thought "Man, if she knew what she had already gave me she would faint dead away!". I took the rest of the magazines any way. I was hoping she missed one. I got back to camp with my stack of periodicals and started to go through them. I looked all though them. Nothing. All of them were just regular stuff. Oh well, I grabbed a handful and went to the bed I was using. It had a curtain to separate it from the rest of the motor home. There was a light in it so I could read. I thumbed trough one.