I felt the hall was warmer. But we could not have carried on the bean bags, we could not have carried against a wall. The room had a long almirah, a c...air, and a queen-size bed. It was the main bedroom. I asked, “Is this your room?”“Yes, this is mine. The other girl does not want bigger spaces for some reason. For me, I have about more than a dozen bras which need to be kept well and at proper spaces,” she replied.“Bras? Yeah, I can imagine since I have tried feeling your boobs but failed so. Mary-Ann disclosed she'd received one complaint about my using thewomen's toilets and changing rooms - I had almost baulked at the ideaand found myself drinking less to avoid using the toilets and for thefirst few weeks I used the staff disabled toilet to get changed. Thatcomplainant had been referred to the company policy affirming me accessto those spaces. Both the toilets and locker rooms had individualcubicles so it wasn't like I was properly invading some foreign land.Perhaps that. . "what were you looking at, mister!?" She said in a playful way. Lets get out for a bit and rest. She climed the stairs first, and i was glad she did, watching the water rush off her body as she stepped out of the pool, the way her bottoms clung to ass showing every detail of her behind, then she put two fingers in the elastic and situated the bikini bottom, and for just a brief moment i saw a little bushy mound of hair. "Come on, you have to take a break! You can put some lotion on my back! ". This is not my bedroom and this is definitely not my bed, I jerk to jump off, but I am tied down to the four posters off unable to move,accept to raise my head to see Justin stalking over to me. He walks to the side of the bed and slowly climbs on top of me, his face is now an inch from mine, and he is staring into my eyes which are turning fearful by the look of lust in his. Justin slides both hands up the side of my ribcage now I have my two beautiful girls I get to chose which one of you.