"Then there's the business of stripping for him. Your underwear was seduction material, the knickers didn't exactly cover up your bum, and I assumed t...at was originally intended for my benefit. Nicky, it hid nothing. He was getting his shirt off: he knew what it meant. He shouldn't have been there at all. You didn't need him to 'support' you to your room. So there's the question, why did you?"And then there's the instant accusation that Beth and I were up there to fuck ourselves silly. It. " Shelly replied, her smile spreading to a wide grin. "It's perfectly natural you know!" But I shouldn't have been spying. I feel terrible." Well then", the older teen said. "I know just how to help you get over your guilt." How?" asked Lisa."You can return the favor sometime."Lisa blushed openly. She wasn't sure if she could ever masturbate in front of anyone, but the thought of doing it for Shelly's enjoyment thrilled her and she promised that she would.Shelly wiggled her ass as the last few. I did it quietly, with as little movement as possible. It was almost casual, effortless, the way I rubbed my pussy and fingered my clit. I couldn't climax like this, though. I needed more tonight than simple idle rubbing.I started to lean forward in order to push myself up and out of the bathtub, when something caught my eye in the doorway. I had been expecting to see the full image of Matt or Breanna before when I had hoped either one was spying on me. What I was actually seeing was Matt's. Yeah, right. He probably had a tiny little skinny cock that only pleased himself. ‘Ma’am?’ The call came from the kitchen intruder. ‘Yes?’ ‘Do you have a flashlight? My batteries have died and I can’t see where to disconnect the water line and electric.’ ‘Great, just great’ I thought to myself. He was living down to all of my expectations. I headed back to the kitchen to rescue the bumbling fool. It wasn’t until I saw him laying down near the dishwasher that I realized the flashlight and other.