Finally the elevator opened and she went inside, a hand slammed against the door. Victoria stepped in the elevator and the door closed. Miranda brough... a hand up to shield her face not to show Victoria the tears. What, what is it Randa babe? Victoria said in an almost whisper. Victoria gently took the hand from Mirandas face and saw the tears, which were now running down her cheeks. Im sorry Vic, Im not a party girl, I just cant do that in public. If you only knew how I. For a change, I placed my left hand to her pussy, fingering her openly now as we walked, my right hand between her bumcheeks, fingering her bumhole; it also being saturated with her juices.Dave was also staggered I think, by the turn of events. As soon as I pulled my cock into the open, he did the same, stroking it slowly as he walked, but sometimes removing his hand, leaving his cock out in the open, bouncing stiffly in front of him.My wife, I know, was impressed by his weapon. In fairness, it. Which is exactly what Gemma was doing at that very moment.Was it chance or design? I suspected the latter.Gemma was not only standing on the top step, she was also having to stretch that lovely body of hers. She could only be seen from her waist down and was wearing a white t-shirt over a pale pink loosely pleated mini-skirt, complete with white knee-length socks and a pair of trainers. I moved closer for an even better view.I inched towards the steps and positioned myself so I could see right. After her dinner break, she approached a young couple that had come into the store. She recognized the man as the one who had been looking for the bedroom set for his daughter. He had brought his wife back to see it. She showed them both the bed. His wife liked it, but saw another one she liked even better. The bed was convertible, and would serve the child well past her childhood years. They also picked out a matching dresser, chest of drawers and small vanity. The vanity could double as a.