Lisa's heart fluttered nervously as she saw the girl's ass outlined in the slacks.Lisa's heart fluttered nervously as she saw the girl's ass outlined in the slacks. Lisa could also see the outline of the girl's panties through the worn material. The woman put her hands on her crotch, through her skirt. She fingered herself gently for a few seconds as she watched the girl. Marie had light brown hair that was of medium length, thus she didn't seem as avant-garde as most girls of her punk generation. Marie was slender, just over five-feet four, and just eighteen years old. Her eyes caught Mrs. Maxwell. Lisa was rubbing her aching crotch before the girl's very eyes. She dug into her purse, scooped up some change, and handed it to the girl. Mrs. Maxwell was dark haired with smoldering femininity. "Here's the change for this week. Oh... |