Terri knew that her time had run out. In some other situation, at some other time, she might have exposed this stranger boy who clearly belonged here even less than she did.
But in those other situations, at those other times, she was usually wearing pants. And right here, right now, Terri's pantie-clad butt was the only thing between her and Marigold. So exposing the boy clearly wasn't an option any more than 'fessing up was. And 'fessing up wasn't an option, not at all.
So Terri threw herself against the strange boy, turning so that her back was to him, and she pulled the curtain closed around them again. If they were lucky, Marigold wouldn't notice the two bodies behind the curtain, and they would be able to escape together once she was gone. She could deal with this guy's creeping after they had managed to do that.
Marigold emerged from the bathroom, the beautiful angel in white that she had always been. There was something different about her, though, that Terri couldn't quite place. The woman had a look on her face. Frustration? Anger? Something else? Terri had never been very good at reading people. She just couldn't tell what it was, but thankfully right now, it wasn't important. What was important was keeping quiet.
She hadn't realized it in the kerfuffle, but the strange guy hadn't had the time to put his dick away before she had ducked in behind the curtain with him. Terri could feel the tip of it poking against the small of her back, right where her cheeky panties ended. She could feel his wet tip against her skin. But Terri didn't say anything, because she and the boy could both see Marigold through the gap in the curtain.
She was angelic, and she was practically naked.
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