I saw her face but she was closing her eyes and feeling it.. not even listing what I’m saying.. it happens and continues for more days.One day I wen... down to the desk to put charger and asked her to move. oh man her yellow pant was fully wet near her pussy area. isn’t she didn’t wear the panty ??? What….!!! And I came back to my seat.. then only I noticed she was rubbing her boobs on my right hand and fingering her pussy as well… I was very much shocked but don’t want to waste this. I’m not that good at free hand drawing. Akira saw me, and saw that I was doing poorly. “Here let me help” as she took the pencil. She looked at the drawing and redrew it on the cabinet. I was stunned.“That’s wow. Thank you” I told her.“You’re welcome. It was nothing. I’ve been drawing since I was a little girl. I have even thought about majoring in Art.”“You should your good. Hell I could use your help sometime. I have had to turn down a lot of jobs because I can’t draw and they want things. My coat, though somewhat ragged now, is of heavy gray wool as are my leggings, which serve to soften the contrast of the snow against my black jeans, and prevent my legs from growing stiff with cold. My eyes, a chill green, peering out from a nest of woolen scarves, smoothly caress the landscape and search for signs of movement, or something out of place. With the coming of dawn they can follow the twin rails of an old road that winds slowly past the boles of oak and pine and ash to a. I untangled myself from Tabitha, Erin and Nadia and threw on a pair of shorts. Bleary-eyed, I almost tripped over something and then got to the door.What my eyes saw and what I was prepared for were two entirely different things. I was expecting the manager of the complex with forms of complaint about all the noise the girls and I were making the previous night. The woman standing in the doorway was not the complex manager, but a drop-dead gorgeous brunette.She was tall, almost my height. Dark.