Anyway next morning i arrive at the flat at 830 and let myself in with the keys and started to get on with the job, about midday i was working near th... door with the dor open doing some wiring and i could hear movement in the flat directly opposite which was very close as it was a small block of flats and it looked like someone was peaking out the curtains, i carried on working and was working my way back into the house when i heard a voice say excuse me it was a ladys voice, i turned around. . I still remember that all I could hear underwater was my heart pounding in my ears. I turned around, now facing the guys and I could tell... They weren't trying to pretend I wasn't there anymore. I stood up a little higher so that the waterline was just at my neckline. I started to feel a big "now what", and panicked, so I quickly reverted back to my first plan and - whoops, what do you know - my sports bra "slipped" out of my hands and I crossed my arms to cover myself. I only wonder if this. We came together between our beds and kissed deeply how we have come to enjoy. Then slowly, carefully we undid each other’s tops to push them aside so we could gaze at each other’s breast even encased in bras. Yes, bras of the early ’60s were a bit much, but we reached around each other to release them and allow us to gaze on each other’s wonderful orbs which we both so lusted for.We caressed and squeezed each other back and forth until we leaned down and in turn, took each other’s nipples. That was just the way it was. As with most everything else, nobody said anything about it. I habitually walked nude from my bedroom to the bathroom and back when I went to take a bath. One rule that had been established verbally was that the bathroom door never be locked, in case somebody got sick or slipped in the bathtub and needed help. If I needed to talk to my mother when she happened to be in the bathtub, I'd just walk into the bathroom and address her, as if she'd been sitting at the.