In the light of the bedroom I could see Helen was naked underneath the T-shirt. Its seemed like an age, but all I could do was stare at her wonderful ...reast and pussy through the night dress. She was so wet the T-shirt was transparent and it looked like she she was stood naked in front of me. It was then that I noticed I was also soaked to the skin which meant my Pj bottoms were also transparent and revealing my dick in all its glory. What I mean by “all its glory” was having seen Helen all but. ..yes, I shaved it today just for you. My fingers start to rub up and down my pussy, teasing my clit. "It's getting hard, can you see it baby?"One nail gently scrapes over it, making me draw in a deep breath. I don't say anything, but my eyes close momentarily. Knowing you're watching me so closely turns me on so much. My juices are flowing from my pussy. I dip my finger inside to coat it and begin to draw lazy circles around my clit, making me shudder more. I touch it and I squeal a little it. ”“I’m Jason.” “Alright, Jason, I need to get these clothes back on the rack. I’ll see you around.”With that, Carlo switched away. Jason surmised that even if one overlooked Carlo’s flamboyant mannerisms, delicate voice, and the fact he wore lip gloss, one would still notice his homosexuality by the way he dressed. The neon orange fitted tee hugged Carlo’s torso. The skin-tight gray jeggings appeared to have been painted on his legs. A pair of pink Chuck Taylors and some bangle bracelets rounded. .. A lovely little anecdote about one of life’s more interesting characters:When Mahatma Gandhi was studying law at the University College of London, a professor by the name of Peters disliked him intensely and always displayed animosity towards him. And because Gandhi never lowered his head when addressing him, as he expected, there were always “arguments” and confrontations.One day Mr. Peters was having lunch at the University dining room when Gandhi came along with his tray and sat next to.