I found a beautiful black pinstripe skirtedsuit. I wanted it, but it was just a jacket and skirt; I couldn't see howI could wear it. Lisa came over an... said, "You like that?" I wanted toavoid that question, so I showed her the V neck and said that I couldn'tsee wearing it with chest hair."What you need is a shell under it," Lisa explained, and found an opaquewhite shell that looked like it would fit me. She handed it to me, andwalked me toward the changing rooms. "Oh, look," she said and. I almost cried out at the sight. The globes of her arsebeckoned the eye to the crack between them, to the brown puckered arsehole, tothe treasures below. There, presenting an obstructed view was her sweet crackguarded by the half shells of her slightly parted outer labia. As her legsparted those labia separated further revealing her shining folds, shiningwetly. As Jeff clicked away a drop of moisture trickled out and ran down herinner thigh. Jeff continued clicking but his right hand was busy. It was after eleven, but it was still useless. They were in the shower, and all I could hear was a lot of laughing and giggling. I could only imagine what they were doing.What could I do? I began getting undressed and ready for bed. “Oh wow!” Beverly said when she came out of the bathroom just in time to see me crawling into bed, naked of course. “I’m sorry. We didn’t realize you were home. We’ll try to be quiet.”“No worries. I’m exhausted.” I lied.I must have been more tired than I thought,. The room was lit solely by a fireplace that roared on the right wall. Next to the fireplace, facing us, sat Mr. Paxton. He was wearing a red velvet robe and sat in a large red leather chair, with arms and a high back. Another identical chair sat facing him. Its back was to us. The dim walls were lined to the ceiling with books. A ladder that rolled around on a rail, gave access to the highest shelves. The room smelled of pipe tobacco. A snifter of brandy sat on a small table next to my boss'.