We talk about her job, we talk about mine. We eat, we shower, we get to bed, we fight. Two weeks after our conversation in the bedroom, I pick her up ...from work. It has been raining unceasingly for almost three days. Rain is good, it soothes the soul in a manner of its own. Yet, it sort of restricts you. I stay inside, don’t get out, don’t go anywhere!! At least, if it was not raining the whole time, I could have gone fishing. It would have taken me out of the confines I share with her moods.. When he pinched the other one, all Jo could do was moan and bite down on her lip.“Yessssss...mmmmmm, that feels so good!”Steve must have known that Jo’s nipples were huge erogenous zones, because Jo started grinding her hips back into Steve. Steve’s erect cock was nestled between her ass cheeks, and Jo was stroking him again, only this time she was using her ass. As one hand continued to pinch and roll Jo’s nipples, the other one slowly made its way down her stomach, before disappearing into. "It fits you like it wasmade for you. Enjoy." I could barely contain my excitement, and gaveStacey a hug. We lingered in the embrace for a few minutes, softlykissing. It was a little odd to be in such a sexy garment while Staceywas dressed very casually, but I wasn't complaining. We separated afterStacey said we should probably start prepping for bed before the foodcomes, since we both have to open tomorrow. I had almost forgotten thatpart. Tonight was Thursday, we both worked Friday morning,. I'm wearing the same as yesterday. Thankfully all is good on the bus and I sit down, knees apart but not too much, enough for him to see my inner thighs resting on the seat. My thin white panties are getting wetter by the second.I can feel he's staring intently again. His gaze is like a touch, I can feel him on my thighs and I moisten some more. I part my thighs further so he can see what he does to me. I imagine my damp panties must be virtually transparent. He does not have to imagine, he can.