I sat on the edge of mattress staring at that cheap wooden door trying to decide if this was, in fact, the moment to leave: I could ditch her now and ...move on. I sat for a long time staring at that door. Too long. The bathroom door opened with a flood of white vapor that flowed towards out and enveloped the bed. ‘Mornin’ Elliot. Didn’t wake ya, did ah?’ Turning halfway to her voice I distractedly shook my head. ‘Nah, I was thinking about … ‘ I could hear the rustle of her wet hair behind me as. In the evening air her nipples rose to attention.“My eyes are up here.”When he met them, they were smiling. He cleared his throat.“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”“Wait, wait. Before you turn this into something out of Love Actually just get inside.”And just like that, Bingo followed mutely.Pyjama-clad Amelia led him down narrow corridors, past a common room, he still didn’t say anything as she ushered him into her studio and through to the rear of her cosy, work filled space. I enjoyed watching them now approach her and touch her butt by pulling her skirt up.As she squatted down one more time, I moved over her and shoved my crotch into her lovely face, holding her head there for a moment; I smiled and then walked away. I turned at the end of the aisle, seeing another two men doing the same with Ana.I knew that Ana was ready for some real action; so she walked into the booth area.I made my way right behind her; reaching down and pulling the hem of her skirt up,. Regaining her composure she removed the scrunchie from her hair and undid her ponytail, freeing her golden locks fall about her shoulders like the sun's golden rays. Her hair was her best feature. Other than that, there was not much to look at. She might have some pleasing features, but these and all of her form were buried beneath unflattering fat. Occasionally, she resolved to do something about her weight, only to be defeated by the intense exertion of exercise. Now was just such a moment..