The next morning at breakfast he looked at me differently, I think he sensed his opportunity with me, having seen me in my morning glory, I flashed a ...knowing smile directly at him, our dirty little secret, and his return excited me, as he sort of indicated, he had also enjoyed our early morning encounter.The darkened room obscured our movements, my hand sought his foot, and as I touched it, I let me fingers linger, waiting for his acknowledgement, and when he twitched his toes, we pressed our. And louder... mmmm... I could tell she was... 'pleasuring' herself.... mmmm... What do you think she was wearing in there, Chandler?" I don't know! I don't know!" he said panicked, looking up at the ceiling and trying to push from his mind the image of Rachel masturbating."She usually wears a little white T-shirt... and a pair of panties..."Monica paused and sucked a bit, letting the guys wonder how she knew what Rachel wore to bed."Ok, calm down, Monica," she told herself, trying to force. Her hands stroked and cupped them, her fingers softly pinching her nipples. Her left hand began to slide across her smooth belly. It gradually snaked down to her crotch, and one by one, she pulled her thighs back until they were almost at 90 degrees to her waist. Her cunt was now fully exposed, and her pussy lips were pulled apart. The scent of her juices wafted forth as she gently stroked her pussy. Her little clit pointed out of its hood, and her fingers softly pushed it back and forth.She. Quicker and quicker we danced and I was really beginning to enjoy myself, shouting, “hoi!”at the appropriate times. The other diners were cheering even louder than the first time and seemed to be pointing in my direction. Shilla who was opposite me was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She was shouting something to me, but with all the noise I couldn’t hear what it was she was saying. The music slowed and finally came to a halt. The other diners were still clapping and cheering as Shilla.