Lynn starts moaning too!

A little sound escaped Lynn's mouth. It was hard to hear over the sound of the rushing water, but it was unmistakable: Lynn moaned.

Terri blushed. Somehow, hearing Lynn moan in pleasure was even more perverted than just watching her shower. That didn't mean she was going to stop touching herself, though. There was no power on earth that could get Terri's hands out from between her legs, not with the incredible show going on in front of her now.

Soon it became clear that Lynn's little moan wasn't just some sound. Lynn had stopped washing herself, but her hand was still there, rubbing her own butt. Suddenly Terri understood exactly what was happening. She had spent enough time with her own shower head at home to get a feel for what Lynn was doing right this very moment.

Terri had more once braced her legs up against the wall of the bathroom at her home so that the pulsing water from the shower head would help get her off. And now, before her eyes, Lynn was doing the same thing. The leader of the B. B. Brigade was bent over in the stall, letting the water wash over her body. Lynn was moaning louder now, and sometimes longer. Terri couldn't see all the details-- damn that frosted glass!-- but she could see the faint outline of Lynn's hand moving. Terri's perverted brain filled in the details, imagining Lynn caressing herself, rubbing her own butt. Most perverted of all was the thought of Lynn's fingers sliding inside her while her other hand massaged her clit.

Terri couldn't believe herself. She couldn't believe Lynn. Never in her life had she done something like this, but here she was, and she was so happy she was doing it. More than that. She wanted more. She wanted to see every inch of Lynn's body.