She was wearing a white shirt, and even though she had ajacket on, she was still soaked, her nipples clearlyshowing through, making me feel slightly a...ttracted,enough to flirt around with her.I said, “You must be freezing, Ash! You dry yourself offand I’ll go get you a shirt, maybe one of mom’s orwhatever….” She smiled and said, “Why? am I not cool enough to wearany of your cool rock band shirts?”I chuckled and handed her one of my black Nirvana. My right hand covered my clit and I began to rub in earnest, fingering myself hard and fast. My left hand reached further down and I slipped the middle two fingers into my cunt, curling up to find my G spot. This was my favorite way to masturbate, one I'd practiced a thousand times and I was going to give him the show of a lifetime. I finger fucked for all I was worth, overcome with lust and need. I looked him in the eye and started to screw up my face with tension as I felt my orgasm climbing. She brushed against him as they exchanged glasses. Her reaction to the brief interaction stuck out to him, as did everything lately. He drank half of the glass in one go. His father began talking at him. His eyes made their way around the table. His mother was watching his father attentively. Mr. Walle was actively listen, looking from Anthony, to Alice, to Garrison. Mrs. Walle and Diana both were watching Garrison similarly to the way his mother was watching his father. Things began to make. Then I called Tom.Tom had been bugging me to borrow my router. I kept forgetting to bring it to our weekly matches. I told him to come over and get it, where it was in the garage in case I wasn't home. Then I got the video cam out.Tom arrived 20 minutes later, hollered out to me from the garage. I kept silent but my wife heard him. Come on out back, she said. Watching from the kitchen window, I could see them chatting. They couldn't see me.When I saw Tom pick up her wine glass, I hustled out of.