It was two stories in when I slid my hand down underneath the thin fabric of my panties and a small smile formed on my lips, feeling the freshly shave... flesh underneath the layer of clothes, and the wet folds of my waiting pussy begun to drip. A small smirk formed on my lips as I worked my middle finger over my clit, rubbing it in a circle and arching up against my hand. A deep breath in and my finger slid away from my clit and I pushed down that finger into my tight wet hole. To be honest, it. She asked what I was thinking about when she walked in on me playing with myself. I began to stammer. She said that she had had fantasies that it was about her, and that she had fantasized that we had had sex right in the bathroom.Then she sat on my lap and my stiff cock poked her in the leg. She said, "So, it was about me."I said, "Yes, I have had many fantasies about you."She began to stroke my cock and I asked about her husband. She said, "He is out of town on business. Don't worry about. The picture showed Betty on her hands and knees with one man behind her and another pushing himself into her mouth."OK, this makes it easier," Ed started, "This is a computer copy on plain letter paper. So there's a computer somewhere with these pictures on it or a disk with the pictures. We'll have to find that if the police haven't already."Betty moaned, "Oh, what if they have? I heard that they show pictures like this to everyone in the office."Ed patted her hand, "I don't think the police. . now! I removethe vest. I never noticed before but it smells of strawberries. Iunbutton the skirt, step out of it and let it hang from my fingers. Astrawberry smell on the vest? I hold the skirt up to my nose. Not much ofa smell. I drop it next to the sweater-vest. I go to the blouse and workthe smallish backwards buttons. I tug my arms out of it and pause. Iblush as I run the material over my face... strawberry here too, andsomething else. I don't know what but some kind of perfume. I think.