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Pokemon Oh-Snap! (Priscilla x Azecreth)

Riley had to resist rolling his eyes as the girl tried to label him as a pervert. "Glass houses, Ms Deviant, glass houses." Still, he was amused by how cute she looked. That mixture of shameless embarrassment was very precious. The fact that they could hear the orgy going on just made it that much better, while she tried to accuse him of being over the line.

"Fine, fine," he agreed after a few moments. There was no harm in letting her sweat a bit before he got what he was looking for.

Still, he was not disappointed. It might not be concrete evidence, but it was certainly interesting and a destination to aim for. It would be worth checking it out either way. Anything that could be confused for a Moltres would probably be impressive even if it wasn't the real deal.

Grinning, he nodded in her direction. "Thank you for the assistance. I appreciate it. Of course I won't keep you from your carousing any longer. Don't have too much fun, miss Deviant." With that he turned and went to leave, having gotten a good amount of what he'd come for. He got his sighting, and some nice photos to boot. And no one there had any idea.
 
“Asshole.” The girl muttered to herself as Riley left, arms crossed infront of her as he closed the door behind him. If he took another peak he would notice the Growlithe waited for nothing more, gently placing his teeth on the back of her neck he pushed her to the ground and mounted her. Trainer and pokemon soon forgot the unpleasent encounter with Riley.

In the lobby the Chansey would wave goodbye to the pair, oblivious to anything else that had happened. The lobby was still quiet, perhaps common knowledge that the fan club was not something to stumble into unannounced. In the streets of this part of Slateport it was no different, few inhabitants went about their business, a boy smoothed out a poster for the Pokemon contest in two days at the Contest Hall nearby to here.

“If you got what you came for then scram.” The older woman from before shooed Riley with her hand from a balcony above the fan club. “We don’t need anymore deviants. I’ll get rid of these ones soon.” Her gravelly voice full of resentment, clearly a miserable old bat.

The sun was high as it was mid afternoon now in the costal city.
 
Let them think what they wanted. Riley would get the last laugh, and he'd probably never see them again anyway. He had his lead, he had his photos, and he hadn't been eaten by a Growlithe. That was good enough for him. Of course they went right back to it once he was gone, but what did you expect?

"Come on Luma," he said once he returned to the lobby. The Delcatty had been darting about, making Chansey work for the chance to pet it. But at his directive the game stopped, the Pokemon excusing itself before returning to his side. Then they left.

Of course, he was met just out the door by the same old lady. "As a matter of fact I did," he called back with a grin. "Legendaries aren't going to find themselves." And that was really all he cared. However she felt about her downstairs neighbors was her business.

For now he returned to the streets, glancing at his phone to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Eventually he headed towards the museum. Maybe he would have some luck there, and it seemed like a usual place for tourists to go to. He might as well follow the program while letting events play out.
 
Pelipur statues and the bones of old pokemon that once were as common as Magikarps. The museum at Slateport was a large attraction for both tourists and locals, seeking to witness the history of the area and sea life and expand their wonder for the water pokemon of this region. Children, families, couples on dates, and even those who were casually strolling through streamed in and out of the glass doors of the museum. A large portion of the front area was under construction, a beefy Machamp carried scaffolding for workers preparing to refurbish the front entrance of the museum.

Observing the cones and construction signs near the entrance the visitors filed in and out, as Riley would follow he would find himself in a single file line towards the ticket counter where tourists purchased tickets and trainers were able to scan their pokedex for free admission.

Still outside the sun was quite hot, beating down on those in the impossibly long line. Riley would find himself squeezed between different groups of people, behind him a group of younger male trainers with a very punk aesthetic to them sneered at the trainer and his Delcatty, practically looking down their noses at all around them, including Riley.

“A grown ass man with a Delcatty... pffffttt.” One with a side ways flat brimmed cap that read “No fairy types” in graffiti font muttered to another than had several piercings. They kept most of their ridicule to themselves though, just muttering back and forth.

In front of Riley a pair of school girls stood patiently waiting their turn to scan their pokedex. Both in their uniform they tugged their collars and fanned themselves while waiting in the hear. Their skirts only fluttering with a slight breeze, taking no notice to Riley behind them Both seemed occupied with what was on the one girl’s phone, muttering as well about some sort of idle gossip.

“Gosh we need to do a video like this Meko...” one could clearly be heard as they were embroiled with their Poke Toks.
 
The museum looked pretty nice from the exterior, construction aside. Getting in line, Riley was curious as to what he'd see. Pokemon bones obviously, but what else? Interactive exhibits, movies, stuff like that? It would be interesting to see what a marine museum had to offer.

Of course there were some difficulties before he could get inside. Riley ignored the people behind him, since they seemed content to keep their criticisms to themselves for now. It was just like Misaki from before. Trainers didn't understand the needs of his profession, and how a Delcatty could be useful in luring out Pokemon and setting up scenes. They were just interested in fighting and 'catching them all'. it was a completely different skillset, and he'd like to see them try to do what he did.

For now he ignored them. As long as they kept their opinions to themselves, he could deal. It wasn't the first time.

Instead he could focus on the duo in front of him. They were looking at something on a phone, possibly social media that they wanted to replicate while here. He listened in without getting too nosy and peeking, at least for now. They were still working on getting inside the building. Who knew what possibilities would arise in there?

At the same time he readied his cash. The downside of not being a trainer, so he'd need to pay his way in. Hopefully it wasn't too much.
 
The punks behind Riley were thoroughly distracted with something else that caught their eye by this time, their judgmental gaze turned elsewhere and leaving Riley to blend into the crowd. It would eb sort of surreal, most people around would be engaged with whatever else they were doing or who they came with.

The girls in front of Riley for the most part kept to themselves, sharing a video amongst themselves. If Riley was to lean in he would see it would be a video would be of two trendy looking girls around their own age, dressed in crop tops and extremely short shorts dancing in provocative ways around an oversized Snorlax. The pair in front of Riley gawked at this video for a long time, admiring their choreography.

A sea breeze whipped across the city momentarily, the museum itself being rather close to the water. A few tourists hats were blown off of their head, papers ripped from hands, and hair blown strewn.

One of the girls in front of Riley grasped the front and back of her school skirt quickly, trying ensure it did not flutter upwards. Her eyes briefly looked behind her to Riley and then darted away as she was sure he didn’t see anything. Her cheeks were noticeably red.
 
With some relief from behind, Riley felt a bit more confident glancing around at what the girls were looking at. it was some sort of lewd video, one straddling the borderline between safe and obscene. He only needed to see a few seconds of that before stopping, since he had seen enough. He could just imagine what was going on, if they walked to make a video like that.

If anything the reaction to the wind seemed to affirm that, though he had no proof. It could just be that she was shy. But she was awfully quick, and her blush awfully heavy. With what he'd seen them watching, perhaps she was being a bit more daring than she let on?

For now he didn't follow on that. They were still in a line, and there was only so much he could do. Of course with the shuffling of the line he did go for a brush against her rear, but nothing too obvious. He'd wait until he was inside and then follow them. No doubt he'd get an interesting sight, given everything he'd seen so far.
 
“Eeaahh!” A small squeak sounded from the girl as the line shifted and Riley made his lucky brush with her posterior. Of course due to its casual nature there was little she did else, just a quick shuffle forward to prevent any sort of accident from happening again. Surely the man behind her did not mean to do such a lewd thing.

Things were now progressing nicely as suddenly the line began to thin ahead of them. A rather obese woman with interesting hairstyles had finished her triad about ticket prices that were not to her liking and stormed off, her Lickalicky who finished her sentences with an enthusiastic “Licka!” in close tow.

The girls promptly arrived at the counter, handing off their fee and disappearing into the crowded entrance and grand lobby. At the counter an older man with twirly mustache stood with his pet Chatot on his shoulder.

“Welcome welcome.” His voice strained and raspy. His movements were quite slow, possibly and evident reason the line was the way it is.
“What brings you to the oceanic museum?” He smiled, waiting for an answer, obviously a fan of small talk.

“Five poke dollars chaaaaa.... five pokedollars, hand it over!” The Chatot interrupted. The pokemon clearly used to speed up the process and cut the small talk the man was known for.
 
Riley held back a smirk as the girl yelped and all but leapt into the air from his brushing touch. Sure, she didn't make a fuss about it and just tried to shuffle away, but it was another big sign to confirm what he had suspected. Man, Wil really was not wrong with the observations he'd made when they had met. He seemed to be all but tripping over girls that were more than a little lewd.

But he left them alone for now, and the line suddenly began to move again as whatever had held them up finally came to an end. The girls in front of him quickly paid and then vanished into the crowd, leaving it in the air whether he would manage to find them again. Considering what they seemed to have had planned though, he was confident he would be able to. And if not, he could probably get up to something here.

Eying the old man, Riley flashed him a warm smile. "New in town. I'm just seeing the sights," he explained. At the same time he went through his wallet and passed the demanded money over to the Chatot. With ticket in hand, he made hos way inside of the museum and began his search. Either he would find the girls again, or he'd find something else interesting going on. He had a feeling that Slateport would not disappoint.
 
Slateport Museum

Passing under the construction scaffolding where both man and pokemon labored and through the brass doors of the museum, Riley would arrive a large multi story lobby, complete with paintings of Pokemon in their natural habitats and a huge Wailord skeleton hanging from the ceiling. Visitors passed under in awe of the massiveness of the skeleton, remarking how they could easily walk down its throat should it still be alive.

Around Riley there were many people, some families, school groups, and individuals much like himself touring around and gawking at the exhibits teaming with educational information about the pokemon ecosystem around Slateport. The girls Riley had seen in line however were no where to be seen, only noticeable thing were the construction workers working on the east wing of the museum where a sign hung stating “our apologies closed for renovations”, a familiar set of glaring eyes fixated on him from across the lobby.

Beyond the bones of the Wailord, large scale maps of the museum Krabby sand castle display, and muttering tour guides leading around a uniformed horde of students, the pudgy and annoying expression of Daichi glared at Riley. Daichi who had challenged Riley to a battle and lost horribly just a day earlier looked furious still, and this time he had friends. A few other students wearing similar uniforms to Daichi exchanged remarks and glances at Riley, obviously no good thing was being said from their joint expression of disgust. Though none of them made move to approach Riley just yet.

But for every negative there was also a positive, should Riley notice he had attracted glances from another pair of more beautiful blue eyes under wisps of pink hair gave him notice. Following along the far wall the pregnant wife Riley had seen in the streets before walked dutifully next to her husband pushing a stroller for their small child. Walking off towards the underwater exhibit she quickly turned her focus to her husband as he addressed her, a still enthusiastic smile for him just like she soon gave Riley with a parting glance.
 
Like many, Riley's neck craned upwards to look at the Wailord as he entered the lobby. He quickly snapped a photo as a keepsake before moving on. There was a lot to see and a lot to do after all. Best not to dawdle here.

To his surprise the girls from before were nowhere in sight, proving that they had either moved with a purpose or were really good at vanishing acts. He might run into them again in the future, but he suspected that that was something he shouldn't place his hopes in. Not with the amount of people already here. "Don't go too far," he warned Luma, who nodded in agreement as they walked on.

He had been intending to head to the maps when he felt someone watching him, and he glanced over to find Daichi also at the museum. After a few moments he turned and moved on, resolving not to do anything with regards to that confrontation. It wasn't as if he needed to make another scene here at the museum if the kid started yelling about how he'd stolen Yumia or something.

That brought his gaze over to the woman from before who was still with her family. It seemed that they were moving from an exhibit, either that or the line was a lot slower before he showed up than he had thought. He flashed her a smile before her gaze returned to her companion, and just as quickly began wandering in the same direction towards the underwater exhibit. It wasn't as if he had any other plan in mind, so even if nothing happened he'd at least see part of the museum. Like he'd told the old man up front, he was just seeing the sights.
 
Both hands folded under her swollen belly she paced alongside her husband past the Tentacruel exhibit where colorful diagrams of the pokemon’s anatomy and basic attacks. The small family walked along until their young one pointed and urgently asked to see the Gorebyss in the aquarium that swam so blissfully around the underwater coral and rock set up for it in the massive exhibit. Their faces lit up by the internal lights of a large room sized aquarium, the eyes of the woman drifted back around as if searching for something.

As they saw Riley, it was clear she found what she was looking for, a smile cresting her face as a small lip bite signaled something a bit more than innocent curiosit . Her hand drifted to her husband’s sleeve, tugging at it to gain his attention. The tall and well built man who leaned against the stroller their child sat in seemed surprised for a moment, yet as his wife whispered to him he nodded. Soon his own eyes looked at Riley, his gaze more bemused than anything, his eyebrows expressing indifference.

“Him?” Riley could clearly see him mouth. The wife nodded eagerly as her pink hair danced behind her.
“Ok then... have fun.” The man shrugged his shoulders as his wife began to walk of. He took one last uninterested look at Riley before returning his attention to his child.

Meanwhile the pregnant woman began to cutely saunter forward, hands behind her back now and face and eyes solely focused on Riley with unabashful reverence. Her walk and gaze almost begged him to follow, the woman soon turning a corner in the exhibit only to peak her head out snd make sure Riley was still following.
 
Walking along through the underwater museum, kept one eye on the family that had lured him here, and the other on the various exhibits and displays. he was not much of an academic, nor a trainer, but there was some stuff here that was definitely impressive. Which explained why so many tourists wanted to come here. he was pretty sure he wouldn't remember half of the facts that he was reading, but even if nothing else happened it was probably a worthwhile trip.

Given his split attention, he was not unawares as the woman began speaking to her husband. An eyebrow rose as the man then looked at him. He couldn't really hear the conversation and he wasn't the best at reading lips, but they seemed to be talking about him. If it was about what he thought it was about then he was quite impressed. Of course his thoughts were soon confirmed as she stepped towards him, only to move around a corner and draw his attention to her once she had.

Well, if that was how their relationship was then more power to them. He envied the sort of certainty and trust that let partners engage in an open relationship, as that could be hard to find. Of course, it wasn't going to stop him either.

So he followed, waiting a few moments so it was more casual to the average onlooker before he turned and followed after. He'd keep some distance between them until they reached their destination, if she did not push to change that of her own accord. He was not in a rush after all.
 
Round the corner the woman knew Riley had taken the hint, a satisfied smile on her face as she saw him turn the corner behind her. Filled with confidence now, she grasped her pregnant stomach, almost in a flirty way and with her free hand gave Riley a finger wagging wave. Her eyes followed his before she finally turned to face where she was walking, a door marked “staff only” off to the side of the exhibit where few trekked. Her head on a swivel she first checked if there was anyone watching her, then she pushed open the door and slipped inside, not even bothering to hold it for Riley.

Should Riley follow, the woman would be waiting him on the other side, her hands around the sleeves of her blouse as she pulled it down over her engorged breasts. Obviously used to such activities she wore little in the way of a bra, her large browned and erect nipples bore for Riley to take in, her smile unchanged as she basked in the magnetism she still had.

“When I saw you in the streets earlier I had really hoped our paths would cross again.” Her voice had a matured yet savory tone to it, she crossed her arms under her large breasts propping them up as she breathed a sigh of relief. The room they were in had an entire wall that was glass and looking in on the main tank. Though no one from the other side could see them. Fish seemed to swim around the pregnant woman, sensing her fertile aura as she leaned against the glass.

“It feels so nice to lean up against something and take off my bra. It hurts being pregnant.” Such a casual nature she had about her as she jested half naked with a complete stranger. On her lower half she wore a floor length blue skirt, that was tucked under her bare belly now and flowed along her hips.

“I trust you know what you are getting into right now?” Her eyes looked over Riley as she rubbed her tummy suggestively.
 
With the woman to guide him, Riley followed along as they headed towards a staff only area for some privacy. He had half expected her to go for a bathroom, but it seemed that she was less concerned about getting walked in on by someone. Maybe she saw that as another opportunity or something. It would not be a shock if that was the case. Despite knowing what was coming, he did his best to keep from getting too visibly excited as they made their way over.

Stepping inside, he let out a small whistle at the large glass wall and the fish beyond. Truth be told, he hadn't even considered whether people on the other side of the tank would be able to see this or not with how much water there was between both sides. Speaking of which, she seemed to be settling in nicely as she leaned against that glass. She was already in the process of moving, revealing her breasts to him with little hesitation. Something else that did not take him aback.

"I was surprised by that too, with the delay there was," he agreed with a nod. Riley stepped forwards, closing the distance between them with each move. He did not go to strip though, not just yet.

His grin widened as she made her alluding comment. "I feel like I won something and I didn't even know I was competing," he remarked. After another moment he stepped forward, letting his hand join hers atop her tummy whilst darting in for a light kiss. "You come here often?"
 
The woman’s eyes had a certain kindness and happiness to them as Riley got closer. She welcomed him into her personal space with no hesitation, interlacing her fingers with his as they joined hers on her tummy. She rubbed her belly with his hand a moment, accepting the peck he gave her with moist and lush lips. Her pink hair almost had an aura of blue as she leaned against the wall of the tank, letting Riley come as close as he wished. Soon she guided his hand to her breast and left it there, letting him toy with her engorged tit as much as he pleased.

“Thats a funny way to look at it.” Her giggle was to did for as she let out a charmed breath at his touch on her breast.
“I guess you have won something, but its because I could tell in your eyes you were the one.” She gave him a bright smile while reaching up to toy with his hair.
 
As he had figured, there was little hesitation on her part. He wouldn't say that this was a typical occurrence for him, so this was new experience to learn and relish in. As such he was more than willing to let her guide his own hand, first from her stomach then up to her breasts. Those were bursting with life, and he began to slowly knead and massage what she had so recently been complaining about. He fully expected that to earn a reaction, and he was looking forward to it.

"Well, I'm glad to have met with such an earnest approval," he replied, holding back a chuckle. The feeling of his hair being ruffled was pleasant, and he did little to dissuade her. She was the one who had thought him so worthy after all.

After a moment he glanced downwards. "So, is it a boy or a girl?" It was almost like they were having a casual conversation, rather than this erotic activity they were engaged in. He'd need to put his stuff down at some point, but for now he was comfortable so long as they remained doing this. At the same time his free hand slipped around to grope at her rear, so as to strike from above and below. He was certainly enjoying this encounter, that was for sure.
 
A little flinch from the woman responded to his hand on her ass. Though no doubt by the expression on her face it was a happy flinch, with little will to retract fro his touch. Instead she put her arms around Riley’s neck, allowing him to freely touch her pregnant body as the Magikarp behind them gawked at the strange activity of humans.

“Don’t know yet. I want it to be a surprise, I am just sort of a spontaneous girl....” her smirk assumed the double meaning of her words as she rubbed his nape with her fingers, enjoying the kneading of her ass and breast in subsequence.

“So how about you stranger... what is your story?” Her hand flipped a few of the hairs on his head as she lightly caressed his scalp with her nails.
 
"Fair enough." It had been curiosity that drove him, but Riley was more than willing to leave things there. He certainly could not argue with her observation about herself. But in the subject of their conversation, as well as their current actions. Something told him that she wasn't just hiding it for no reason.

Her fingers continued to brush along, weaving through hair and resting on his neck in their close hold. As close as they could be, anyways. "Riley," he replied with a slow nod. His groping maintained a steady pace, occasionally shifting from one side to the other to ensure both parts of both pairs got somewhat equal treatment. he did get a bit rougher over time, but it was not a major escalation. Not yet anyway.

He was as nonchalant as he could be in the situation, fairly casual as he responded to her question. "There's not much to say. I'm just a freelance photographer with big ambitions and the will to travel. If you've got any tips, Misses Spontaneous, I'm all ears."
 
“Hmmmm.” The woman bit her lip, eyes looking into Riley’s very persona. Though she also hummed his compliments at the touches he gave her breasts. Leaning back for a moment as Riley groped at her increasingly firmly, she did not respond to his playful question right away. Instead her breathing played along with his hand on her tit, and soon as he groped her a bit of milk began to seep from her enlarged nipples, a hum of pleasure escaping her lips.

“Tips... Here I was hoping you would give me your tip.” Her corny joke landed and she stared at Riley, intent to make him laugh in this very intimate encounter between strangers. But before too long she herself would laugh, unable to keep her awkward feeling to herself.

“Oh my gosh.” She giggled as milk dribbled from her. “That was really bad, I’m sorry.” She playfully covered her mouth with one hand, but soon closed her eyes and took a breath at one of Riley’s longer kneads.
“Let me start over... so a photographer, and one who certainly has a bit of experience with woman.” She noted his nonchalant attitude and amazing touch with her eyes.
“Usually guys I bring in are a bundle of nerves. I don’t think you are a stranger to nude women?” She eyed him, waiting on a response.
 
The woman's joke earned an amused snort from Riley, though the rise in the corners of his mouth would assure her that he got the joke He just couldn't quite bring himself to laugh at the pun even when she did. "Does that joke usually work?" he teased amidst her apology. Not that he was about to hold it against her too much, but it seemed only fair to get a bit of mileage out of the landing of her comment.

Having left puns behind, he nodded to her question. "Well, Pokemon are my primary subject matter of choice, but I have had some experience with the fairer sex during my travels." It was a generalized version of the truth, since Riley wasn't sure how much detail he should get into with regards to his activities here in Slateport, or the contract he was currently on. Maybe he'd bring that up later, depending on how the conversation went.

A pause followed, before his gaze met hers once more. "Though I'm not sure what you mean by 'nude' at this point." Not that he let such a thing stop him, his fingers growing slick from the milk that collected on them. It wasn't a surprise given her physical state, so he did his best to adjust and take that into account as they went on. He was curious to see how far he could get with teasing her like this before she'd had enough.
 
As Riley’s touch adjusted she would look somewhat disappointed that he stopped beckoning the milk from her breasts with his touch. The relief of pressure was a welcome one, though she couldn’t totally blame him, pregnant women were a special breed of sex. She however remained with a satisfied grin, toying with the hair of his nape as she began to sway her hips in his hand on her romp.

“Well...” her eyes averted, blush creeping up on her. “Like I said usually guys I bring in are super nervous... they need some coaxing to get going the way I want them to. But when you came in here and saw me topless, you didn’t even miss a beat.” Her eyes looked to his, a smile on her face as she wondered.

“So it made me wonder when you mentioned you were a photographer if you were... that type of photographer.” Her nails dug into the back of her neck sensually.

“The type to take degrading nude photos of a stranger pregnant woman in a closet.” Her eyes had a twinkle, hand reaching down to pull at the elastic waistband of her skirt. She couldn’t quite pull it all the way down due to how he had her pinned, but she could begin to show her white panties wrapped around her ass and under her tummy.
 
Riley could hardly argue as his partner pointed out the confidence he had shown so far compared to her normal variety. All of that led to her finishing question simultaneous to her effort to remove her skirt. He was simply enjoying the moment for now, and figured that she would ask if she wanted the assistance in removing that. But at least it gave him a glimpse at what was beneath, the pure white fabric and contrast to their current activities. Perhaps intentionally, from what he'd seen of her personality so far.

"Perhaps," he conceded with his grin lingering. His hand rose from where it had been on her rear to stroke her hair, much in the same way that she was doing to him. Their closeness was amplified by their discussion, even if the room was a bit bigger than the moniker 'closet' made it sound like it deserved.

He glanced down to his camera, but did little to actually use it for now. Instead their verbal dance continued to match with their interweaving with each other, fueling his arousal and hers in turn. "That said, I get the strong suspicion I couldn't take any degrading photos of you even if I tried. You're much too self confident for that." It was only degrading if it was embarrassing, after all.
 
A snort came from her at this statement, her eyes furrowing upwards as she laughed hartedly and smiled.
“You think being able to drag all these men in to these types of situations I can’t act a little?” Her eyebrow bounced and her eyes flickered, hands still caressing the back of Riley’s neck. Her skirt was only pulled down slightly, showing the top crest of her ass ass panties. Her expression was evident to he thinking up something deviant.

“If you are such a good photographer you must be able to direct a model... test me... push me to my limits.” Her face was flush with desire and intrigue as she pushed Riley away gently. Her fingers slid into the waistband of her skirt and twisted it up and down playfully as she waited for her modeling direction. There was little doubt in her expression she had a wide range.
 
"Fair enough," Riley conceded with a chuckle. He wasn't sure how much her skills applied directly to acting, mostly because she had not shown much of it with him, but if that was what she was going to insist then he was not in much of a position to argue. He didn't mind taking photos of her regardless, though a part of him wondered just what she'd use them for. Particularly with the open relationship he'd already seen to be present. It wasn't his business, but since he was involved he could not stop his thoughts.

Pushed back, Riley took an extra step to get a bit more space to work with. Coming to a stop, he shifted his focus to readying his camera, making sure the lens was adjusted and the environment accounted for. She did want him to show off his skill, so he needed to be prepared to give it.

Now ready, he hummed in thought before issuing his first instructions. "Alright. Face towards the tank, then glance back towards me with a hint of surprise. You've just been caught, and your panties are showing whether you realize it or not." He'd wait for her to follow his directions before proceeding to snap a few photos of that angle. They were off to a good start, no doubt.
 
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