I set off down the stairs. As I neared the landing where they turned, I was both neither surprised nor anything but very excited to hear the flip-flop...of casual flat sandals that I had no doubt belonged to the young woman. I did not look back but walked on. There were four cubicles, two for women, two for men, and shared wash basins. An elderly man was washing his hands. I walked past as he put his hands under the electric drier and went into the cubicle at the end, but I did not shut the door.. I have the file right here.’ She stood and leaned forward to reach a stack of papers. It was obvious that Andy was watching her. Her skirt angled up slightly in the back especially with the bustle adding some extra leverage to reveal more of her legs. She glanced to her side. Andy, like most guys, stayed silent on the bustle topic, but his face betrayed his curiosity while he took in the view. Everyone knew the CEO trusted her work and ignored the whole bustle subject matter. The Ice Princess’s. We had to work our way upstairs and we finally got to the last storage rooms. We were both tired and sweaty, we'd missed lunch but Mister Little was tired, "Hey, he said, let's take a break, I'm tired and hungry as hell." I agreed, and took a seat, Mister Little looked at the clock, We have this room, and, he looked at our supply list, Room B112' Yeah, I said, don't forget we'll need the keys to both this room and B112. He reached down to his belt, and swore, Damn, I'll have to go to my. . and now they were aching even more fiercely from the effects of watching my sexy, naked mother make love to herself like some hot whore in an XXX-rated movie. I don't know why I had never considered the fact that she might masturbate. It had been several years since she and Dad split up, and Mom was still a fairly young, vital woman.I guess it was just the old taboo that stopped me from thinking of her in that way. Now I stood in the frame of the doorway leading from the hall to the living.