One day he asked me to help him fold laundry. He was never in the habit of doing that. I walked into the laundry room with him. As we closed in on eac...h other while folding a sheet he gently touched my tits through ny waistcoat and blouse trying hard to make it look like it was an innocent mistake. He was testing the waters. I never said anything. When he got close with the next sheet he did it again and touched them for longer. I let him. We heard the door opening so we moved apart. It was. The toggle on the zipper had been on the move all night. Once, when we were dancing close I moved it all the way down to her waist so as we danced, cheek to cheek, I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. The shortness of the dress did not phase Joanne either. During one energetic dance she raised both of her arms into the air causing the dress to rise up and expose her peachy ass to everyone behind her, I received a gorgeous view of her naked pussy with it's light coating of. "Between us," Viv said, "we've lived or worked in most countries in Europe for a while, and Phil's even worked in the States for three months. I bet not once did any of you notice any discrimination on grounds of religion."We all shook our heads."Yeah but I was working not far from San Francisco, one of the genuinely more cosmopolitan cities in America." Phil said."There is Northern Ireland," said Dad, who had been sent to Belfast during the 1970's a few times by his office. "I never saw any. For the next few days I couldn’t wait to get home to continue our MSN flirting, and by the fourth night my patience started to pay off. The private pictures she sent me were flirtatiously revealing. Nothing too much just a hint of what could be in store if I played my cards right. A shot of her in a mini skirt with just a hint of her panties showing, and a tight fitting top with just the edges of her dark nipple contrasting against her light skin. I blew my load within minutes of looking at.