Tina hand cautiously crept down her body, to in between her legs. Finding her ***** and rubbing gently as she thought of what she wanted to do to Bette whilst she was in that shower. Her other hand pinching her nipple, feeling more aroused with every second that went by.

A gentle moan passed her lips as her hand slid between her warm skin and her cotton panties, feeling how wet she wasHuffing a sigh.

 Suddenly Tina was taken out of her wonderland when she heard a loud crash in the shower.  Pulling her hand out of her pants and shutting the door quickly, hopefully not to be noticed as the ‘peeping tom’ Tina waited a small amount of time before she opened the door enough to peek again.

“*****” Bette exclaimed as she bent over to pick up the bottle that had fallen from the rack beside her.

Tina eyes went wide with curiosity when Bette bent over…. Tina could see an unusual mark on Bette’s lower back. ‘What the?’ Tina’s mind questioned as she leaned in closer in hopes of getting a better look. ‘Its probably just birth mark.’ her mind commented as she pulled the door shut a little.

Suddenly the water turned off and the shower door opened. ‘*****!’ Tina’s mind reacted…. placing the door in the same position as it was when she first came in, Tina then shot off in the other direction towards the kitchen and her pancakes… Yanking them out of the microwave she almost threw the pancakes on the table. Ripping the chair out from under the table and plonking herself down quickly, cutting the deliciously cooked carbs as she did so. Shoving a heap of the warm cakes into her mouth, Tina chomped furiously. Finishing the first mouth-full in a matter of seconds, then immediately shoved another heap of the cakes in her mouth. Glancing at the clock quickly Tina saw that she didn’t have much time to get ready. Shoving yet another mouthful of cakes in her already over filled mouth and chewing as quickly as possible.

“Hungry I see.”

Tina looked up in surprise, her mouth full of cakes and the knife and fork held tight in her hands. She nodded in agreement…her lips still having a little syrup on them. Bette walked over and squatted next to Tina’s chair, pushing some of her golden hair out the way.