Our first function was that evening at eight. I went straight to my room and got ready.I showered, Then started to get into my dress uniform, Black pa...ty hose, dress blouse, it was tight around my breasts, but it felt nice, My skirt was tight too, I always liked the way I couldn't open my legs fully in it. Sometimes just opening my legs till the skirt restrained them, it was enough to get my pussy to warm and moisten. I would get away with that at meetings.if only some of those guys. He had only a towel wrapped around his naked body and was still a little wet (guess he’d gone back to the shower before coming to the room). He flipped on a small lamp in the corner, dim, but now he could see my bed, and see that both us were here, under the sheet. He teetered into the room a bit, laughing (and looking fucking hot!). “Oh heeyyy Lisa. Sorry, didn’t realize you were here, school night and all,” he chuckled. He walked over to the bed smelling a little of alcohol and. This excited my ego, until I remembered that the image was one more associated with the Zodiac sign for Aquarius than my rugged masculine form. Even as paint touched the canvas, I could sense the changes around me. I couldn't really understand why I could feel my surroundings, sense the warm Mediterranean air and feel the sun's heat on my hands and arms. I was still immobile, and still aware of everything that was happening outside, away from the canvas.When he finally put his brushes down, I. ’ I smiled and watched her as she looked at my chest. She slowly bit her lip, letting it quietly pop from her mouth. ‘You know, you were talking about my looks a little bit ago. I think you … look really good, too.’ ‘Thanks,’ I replied, more than happy to take the compliment. She then surprised me as her hands began to gently run up and down my chest. I gazed curiously at her while she just stared back at me with a soulful look in her eyes. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I couldn’t.