She felt very embarrassed and was seeing down on the ground. She started a conversation, like how I am, and till how many days I stay here for holiday...s and all stuff. Till this, I was staring at her and my tool (6’ inch)was very hard and could be easily visible from my boxer.Intentionally, I was willing her to look at my tool, so I started again a conversation, how she wanted to meet me? What could I help in for.? She asked me about my school and College and told me that she needs my assistance. The steam in the bathroom fogged the mirror and shrouded the room in a mist. I stepped into the shower and felt the heat of the water against my body. It felt comforting and it eased my anxiousness. I reached down and started to stroke my cock to life. It was semi-flaccid and I was afraid it would retract out of fear and I would be embarrassed when Rob entered the shower. Fortunately it began to swell and was not quite fully erect when the shower curtain slid open and in stepped Rob. His nude. I kinda gasped, but didn't move away or anything. While she was doing that, Mr T started to caress my shoulders and arms. I think I moaned. There were four hands just kinda wandering all over me."Brat, why don't you stand up and take off that little tank top?" Ms J asked. "Let us see what's underneath." My eyes went wide, but I did what I was asked. I stood up and slowly remove the tank top. I just had a little bra on underneath. Ms J smiled and reached out and unhooked it. It kinda just fell. Dave had to take hold of her arms to keep them both balanced and avoid a full body slam with her or knocking her to the ground. “SORRY!” he exclaimed after releasing his hold.She laughed, “My fault for tail-gating. I was about to say something to you.”“I’m Dave.”“And I’m guessing you’re a serious pilot.”“You’re correct, but what made you draw that conclusion?”“I saw you at Kill Devil Hill and walking around the museum, and then I see you mailing all those souvenirs home. Every one of them had.