I turn again and lean back against the wall. I put my leg up again and angle my hips forwards. I slide my soapy fingers over my clit and gasp, imagini...ng it’s your hand as I rub in slow circles and slide my fingers around my opening, pressing against my swollen lips. My other hand returns to my breasts, kneading and massaging. I flick my nipples, imagining you biting them. Can you taste my skin? I need more. I don’t want to be touching myself, I want it to be you. But you’re so far away. I step. I wasn't going to be denied and was in no mood to play the waiting game. I went in, kissing her neck, rubbing her pussy and had my other arm around her holding her tight while using my weight to pin her against the wall. She was lightly resisting me physically while softly saying, "uh huh, uh huh, uh huh".She pulled my face to hers, kissed me hard, pulled her head back and said "Oh God, I can't take this anymore". She broke loose from my hold grabbed my arm and lead me towards her room. When. . like that’s going to happen. Ha-ha, I just don’t want to embarrass myself, or anyone else. I closed my eyes and lay back, as the bubbles came on again. Oooooohh, yeah ... I felt a hand on my leg. I opened my eyes and it was Claire. “Can I sit on your lap, please?” she whispered to me. I nodded in compliance.After a few minutes, I heard Claire say, “Doesn’t this feel good, Charles. Haven’t you wanted to do this for the longest time, I mean ... be in this spa. I could tell at last years’ BBQ. She wanted me to do it again and again! At first, it was more practice. My range had improved to a twenty-block radius, but with 'my' girls the range was FAR greater and different. I could use my girls' eyes to see as if I were in the room with them. It let me be at my jobs and still make the men driving the streets horny enough to buy rather than window shopAdriana put the mothers back to work. I wanted to protest but ... quite frankly, it wasn't like they could get jobs as secretaries or some.