Accept the invitation.

"So... you guys still masturbate in private?" Your voice shakes a little, but you step closer to Isabella. Her simple presence is a warm one, just with the way her eyes wander your body, lingering on your breasts and your little pink treasure. You take a breath and clear your throat. "Does the um, license not cover that?"

Isabella smiles at you, and raises her arms to do a little stretch. Her heavy chest rivals yours in size, doing a little bounce as she moved. "That's a bit of a grey area. It doesn't say anything about that, and we could never find any details in the law change about public sex or masturbation. But like, we also never got in trouble for it."

"So... you can do it?" You blinked.

"Well, we also haven't done it in front of a big audience where someone might complain," Isabella chuckled and started stretching her other shoulder. Again her heavy breasts sway before your eyes. Your knees wobble a tiny bit. "Usually if you like, at least try to do it somewhere private, the cops will leave you alone after seeing the license."

Alicia, meanwhile takes her seat in the stall, and is sorting through her purse. Her face is crimson, matching her hair. Though her expression is a smile, albeit with a scribble to it as a frantic hand digs. Teeth sink into her lips as she pulls the zipper as wide as it will go. Her **** hands claw through useless items. A big sigh escapes her, as she thrust her arm into the air, all too proud to show off the egg shaped item.

"Oh my," you put a hand over your blushing cheeks.

"Yeah those are handy," Isabella smirks at you. "This many months into her pregnancy, Alicia finds it harder and harder to keep her hands off herself. Sometimes I help her, sometimes she does it herself. And sometimes she calls on a little friend." She leans against the wall, winking at you, ready for her partner's show.

Alicia raises her thumb, and brings it back down with a tiny click. Nothing came from it. Her smile shatters as her eyes grow wide when a few more clicks follow. "No, no, no, no, no!" She gasps, mashing the little button. "No way!"

Isabella laughs. "How? Literally how? No way you drained that thing already."

"I only used it a couple of times today!" Alicia pouts. "This morning, then in the bath... and then in the car ride. And then while we were at lunch..." Her face turns redder as she looks at you. "I-I'm not an addict, it's my hormones!" She shakes her head, dropping the depleted egg in her purse. "I need to borrow yours!" She looks at Isabella.

The Latina giggles again. "Gee, I dunno. You toasted those batteries. I might not get to use mine today if I let you borrow it." Isabella looks at you, seeing your blush, the way you're staying close enough to watch. "Hmm... tell ya what, let's have our new friend here decide."

"Me?" You give an odd gasp. Your face is feeling hot while all eyes fall to you and your nakedness.

"Yeah. I can tell when she needs it, and _wow _does she need it!" Isabella unzips her purse, glancing inside. "She could do it the old fashioned way, or I could lend an egg... or a hand," she giggles. "Unless you have another idea?"