“Hi,” I said, surprised.Without a word, Becky smiled wickedly and opened her robe. Underneath, she was wearing only a bra and panties – and then...I realised what i was seeing, and my grin matched hers. She was wearing Lucy's bra and panties, the white pair with the delicate pink trim that I had left on the bed by Becky's sleeping form. They were a little tight on her, but Becky's youthful figure was close enough to Lucy's that the slight bulge of her breasts escaping the bra, or the prominence. Miss Richards by now was not even touching her below her knee, while just concentrating on the inside of her thigh. Afton’s breathing became more shallow the longer the warm hands worked on her inner thigh, and once in a while one of them would brush against her bulging pussy. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton’s crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton’s vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now. Luckily the snooker room was empty. This time I sat on the edge of the table, unbuttoned my blouse, pushed one bra strap off my shoulder, cupped my breast in my hand and gave an ‘I’m in the throws of a fantastic orgasm’ look to the camera. Again the camera flashed. As I climbed off the table I began to realise that something surprising was happening. I thought that I was doing this as a turn-on for Steve, but the wetness between my naked thighs told a different story. I was turning myself on in. Instead of getting there at 1pm, I had caught a later bus and arrived at 3pm. Walking through the doors at the back of the shopping complex I saw a security guard walking up the stairs from the bogs. That meant at least another hour before they could be bothered to perform another half-hearted check of the toilets. I walked down the stairs and made a sharp right to get to the urinals. I chose a urinal and flipped my cock out. A few to the left was an older man. To the right was a young lad..