Are you hard yet? I put my hand between my legs and draw my fingers through the suds. Can you see me? I hope so. I turn again and lean back against th... wall. I put my leg up again and angle my hips forwards. I slide my soapy fingers over my clit and gasp, imagining it’s your hand as I rub in slow circles and slide my fingers around my opening, pressing against my swollen lips. My other hand returns to my breasts, kneading and massaging. I flick my nipples, imagining you biting them. Can you. Dan's hand was on his cock, slowly stroking. I appreciated the effort Collette put into her performance, noticing she was stabilizing and smiling in a smirky sort of way. She walked toward Dan, but then turned a bit, and walked directly to me. Dan didn't say a word. He simply watched. As Collette unsnapped the front-hook bra, I pulled her close to me and caught 1/2 of the hook in my teeth. Collette picked up on the move, and spun about - leaving her bra behind. Now the only thing keeping her. "It's more fun than some of the sex I have had," I replied."Come to think of it, you are right," she said as we walked toward the door of the restaurant.I must admit that we got a lot more attention taking off our outer wear that morning. When it was just me, hardly anyone noticed ... I didn't mind sharing the attention, I even enjoyed the view myself. Cheryl was a knock out blond. She was just a very few pounds over weight, not enough for men to notice. The great things was that her body, both. She’d always bring men into our home. We’d hear her screaming and moaning. Her bed would make noises up against the wall. Most of the time, the men would just stay for an hour and then be on their way. Sometimes, they’d stay the night and would be at the breakfast table the next morning. They were usually very nice, but occasionally there were dirt bags. The men who expected stuff. However, I never did anything, even though sometimes they’d ask.My mother would always have us call the men our.