Her fair skin made the coloring of the sugar skull tattoo on her thigh more vibrant, which was peeking out of the ridden-up skirt of her dress. I went...back to work, but my eyes were drawn back to her when I heard her shift position on the sofa to get more comfortable. I already mentioned that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her dress, but I could now see that she wasn’t wearing any panties either. With her skirt ridden up, I could catch a glimpse of her pussy peeking out at me from the. This left me with a problem of my own and it didn't feel right to use my hand, even though all other males did. My mind detected Sharon in another room. She had heard our love making and decided to use her own fingers to relieve her tension. I had left the sorority alone and they me. Mainly I had no need to gain more women with two of my own to take care of me physically. Despite this, the others had sent all sorts of signals out and I had either ignored them or turned them into safe areas. Now. I'd loosened all the necessary buttons belt and zip and dropped my pants to my knees then laid back on the toilet seat to begin the lunchtime ritual when the outer toilet door squealed open and the hand basin tap gushed water. The sound of splashing water followed by the cranking noise of the hand towel machine and the outer door squealed open and slammed shut again but I sensed I was not yet alone and whilst the footsteps where barely perceptible, I knew someone was there, the room was small,. I watched the action from my easy chair inside the house, looking out the living room window. In no time at all, Tina had managed to get them both soaking wet. She looked the winner of a wet T-shirt contest. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking at the clingy wet material and looking really tasty. Her shorts were also plastered to her skin. She was laughing and teasing Joe, and he seemed to enjoy the attention she was lavishing on him. I could see that they were touching each other a lot.