Home. Where no one ever comes.And where now someone's knocking at my door.I look -- because, well, no one should see me now. I'm never all thatfancy. ...ut it is a dress. That is lipstick, a brush of pink on cheeks.Those are heels. Those are nylons.I tiptoe to the big window where Grandpa used to pile the best thingsfrom the Norfolk steamer, long ago. It's night, I keep the curtainsdrawn just to be sure, although I know no one will pass by here. I'mcareful, too. Draw them tight, I don't think. Since it was a large top her breasts were exposed when she bent or even arched her back a little more than usual, wich she planned to do a lot this same day.The girl was also wearing the micro skirt she had just brougth, it was one size too small, hugging her body tightly, and was so short her buttocks were in danger of appearing if she bent over. To protect her modesty she wore a skimpy and thin tong bikini panties that was engulfed by her butt cheeks and nearly wasn't big enough to cover her. "I couldn't win, Jen's soft body rubbing against my back soon got the attention of Mr Happy, if I turned around she would see it, if I didn't she would continue to play havoc with my hormones. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. I'm only human I gave in. Jen had a gorgeous body, a slim waist, almost boyish hips, a tight little bum and a perky set of 'B' cup tits, she was a stunner and I was on my way to eternal damnation.We soaped each other up and I don't think Jen missed a square millimetre of. She could only imagine how such appalling behaviour would be viewed by the college staff and she couldn't think of a convincing account for what had very evidently happened. She scrambled to her feet pulling up her skirt and buttoning her blouse as quickly as she could. Luckily she had a scarf in her hand bag to hide the marks on her neck. Her efforts with her hair failed to create a convincing result but within a minute or two she felt herself presentable and began surreptitiously to make her.