Beverly? It's Joan, can I come in sweetheart?" Joan leaned on the door hoping her weight would push it open."Nooooo. Go away," sobbed Beverly as she p...lled her legs up to cover her naked breasts and cum covered sex."Please," Joan continued "Please... talk..." Suddenly then door gave way and Joan stumbled into the room, just as she had intended. "Shit" she cried as she hit the edge of the bed, just catching herself before she fell on top of the surprised and naked Beverly."Are you all right?". He doesnt tell me again, just gives me a slight nod after about a minute. Nothing changes in his face or demeanor. He just goes on finishing his meal. I swallow, slowly stand up and walk to the ladies room. I dont know why ... why Im doing it, but I do, know that I should, know that I ... have to.I get to the bathroom, use the potty and ... and do it. I take them off and ball them up tightly in my hand. I wash my hands quickly and hold them tight. I take a deep breath as I open the door.. I'm not a lesbian, she told herself. I don't want to be a lesbian. I should be thinking of guys and dicks. But the images were insistent, powerful, even more so today when she had just been in close contact with the object of them. Before long her fingers slid down her body and unbuttoned her jeans. They probed into her white panties, finding a slit that was hot and very wet, a clit that was probing upward, demanding attention. She began to rub herself, the images of Mignon's breasts and. I felt hotter than usual. When would she let me get more comfortable? She stopped typing and her left hand came down to my right breast. She typed one-handed as she fondled me. She switched breasts once. She typed for another ten minutes and three paragraphs switching back and forth. The last paragraph took her a long time to finish. When she did, she put her right hand between her legs and rubbed herself through the crotch of her jeans. Bitch,, She started. I looked up at her. I knew I looked.