When i went to look at the job i met lesley at the specified time and had a look round i followered her upstairs and realized she had a nice arse she ...as dressed in tight slacks which made her arse her best feature i could not help but look and i think she caught me. On this visit she keep flirting with me but not in an obvious way.The second time i met Lesley her husband was on the job and she barley said 2 words to me so i thought i had misread the situation.The third time she was flirting . I recognized Jessica, one of our sophomores, a girl with winsome eyes, short dark hair, and a cute body. She was half-passed-out on one of the couches, a spilled drink next to her. Her hair was a mess, she had a couple of bruises in some tender spots and more marks where she'd been grabbed here and there. She was also covered in come. Guys had come on her face, her boobs, her tummy, and judging by the evidence, inside her.I was one of the three seniors, and I took charge of getting her out of. Looking through her boxes, she found some new clothes, her toiletries, and a towel. She made her way to the upstairs bathroom and began to undress, peeling the sweaty clothes off of her. Just when she was down to her boxers, she looked out the window.The bathroom overlooked the neighbor's pool. There, she could see Alicia, in a bikini (push-up type on top, with her generous bust spilling out, and a high-hipped thin bikini bottom, making her legs look even longer). The two movers where sitting. Saturday came; I very rarely went out so had I only had a choice of a few decent clothes, I decide to wear my blue and white flower blouse showing quite a bit of cleavage, my short white denim skirt, which was now a bit tight on me as I have put on a little weight since I bought it, white bra and my white lacy knickers.As the last bus home was at 1am we decided to go a little earlier so we could get a few pubs and clubs in.We got the 3pm bus in town to Manchester City centre, 45 or 50 minutes.