She felt the jeans and it was showing hints of wetness. What started as an effort to make him walk around with a hard-on had almost turned into making...herself walk around with a wet patch on her pants.She took out a wipe from her bag and started cleaning her pussy. As soon as she touched her clit, she instinctively clasped her pussy with her hand with the middle finger sliding right in. She knew she had to relieve herself right then. She had never masturbated in the office before, but she was. "She looked to me for an answer, but all I could do was shrug."Oh, you know," she said, pushing on my knee. "They had the really hairy things at the top of the pen, and when you spun it back and forth in your hand, the hair would frizz out. Remember those?"I thought about it for a second, and then my eyes shot open."Oh, yeah," I exclaimed. "Ok, yeah. I remember those. God, I'm sure I had one."Gayle chuckled, saying, "Well, I mean, yeah. Who didn't?"Then I reached over to the coffee table and. ”“That sounds great,” Jamie said. “Maybe when you are in better shape, I can pace you. I’m a swimmer too.”“What’s your best 200 meters?” Mary asked him.“My best 200m Free is only 1:39, and my 200m Fly is 1:59,” Jamie said blushing. “Both are unofficial.”“Wow!” Mary said. “Jamie, why don’t we all go back to your place with the Olympic standard pool?”I looked at April, and she ran up and changed into the suit she brought over, and some cover. I did as well, wearing my new larger Speedo this time. "Later," Lani finished. "There are other ways of talking." To prove her point, she pressed her body against his as her fingers moved to unbutton his shirt. Dom growled and rolled over so that she was underneath him, kissing her deeply and reaching down for the edge of her shirt. She laughed as he tickled her sides and at the sound, he felt a heaviness he hadn't known he was carrying suddenly dissipate. He pulled back to look at her, tracing his finger over her face. "What?" she asked, curious..