”I grinned, and then nodded. “Okay.”She pulled it mostly out, eliciting a sigh – about half of it relief – from me. When she pushed it back ...in, it wasn’t nearly so uncomfortable. We soon got into a slow, steady rhythm.“How is it?” she asked.“Well,” I said, considering, “you’re still doing it, aren’t you?”She grinned, and started going a little faster.I was actually beginning to enjoy it, a little. I surprised myself by spreading my legs a little wider, trying to get it deeper in.Minda seemed to. She filled a container full of water and headed back toward herbalcony.I looked around to hide but it was too late. She walked passed meand smiled. She was pouring the water into some plants on thebalcony near the railing I just climbed over. She smiled again asshe looked over her shoulder and stared into my eyes. Her big thickass was bent over and her tits hung down to her waist.I walked over to her and put my hand on her ass. She did not movebut kept pouring water on to her plant. I was. "Have you ever been to my shoes?", She looked at me questioningly."How?"“Well, I know that you guys are often in the girls' cubicle during sports, that's an open secret. And I know that the others always do our laundry ... We notice that when things are always different. " Really?" I didn't know the girls knew that. Sure, the others had by now had the opportunity to sneak into the other cubicle during exercise, but that the girls knew?"Yes, of course, I mean Isabel, for example, she always. “Me too,” she said. She pushed the button for the 10th floor.“Hi, I’m Cindy, My dad owns this place, you might have met him, he’s working at the front desk.”“He’s your dad?” I said.“Yep, my mom is here, somewhere in the lobby.”“I’m sorry,” I said; “I’m Marcy, and this is my friend Sarah.”“Nice to meet you both. How many jamborees have you been to?” Cindy asked.“What’s a jamboree?” I asked.“Must be your first time then. Jamborees is where lesbian ladies and girls, moms and daughters, all meet up.