I wantonly paraded in the room, sat down spreading my legs slightly, giving them all a glimpse of my shaved pussy through the thin material of my knic...ers. I then engaged in some further posing as Frank talked about the material, the height of my heels and the see through nature of my panties. I was now getting wetter and wetter at the whole experience and the fact that I was receiving some extremely admiring glances.I bent over, touching my high heels, letting the guys get a great view of my. Usually girls don’t do much for me, as far as attraction goes, but something was different with this stranger. Something inside felt different and it was hard to explain. I figured if I stayed in the same spot, she’d eventually have to run back by, since the end of the trail ends at this little creek. I wasn’t sure she would come back, but I kept my head up and was patient. After about five minutes, I started getting a little wet; no I wasn’t sweating, although it was decently warm outside.. Sawyer seemed to be a good man, probably in his early 30’s with black hair and green eyes. We kids took to him right away, sensing that he was our only chance for survival. I continued driving our wagon with Sawyer in his, right behind. He shared our food with us and vice versa. Nights were another thing though. It got cold so he would build a big fire and we would huddle around it to get ourselves and our blankets warm before turning in. Sawyer would insist we slept in his wagon with him. Body. Mary has a hot body and is an incredible lay, but you've had dozens of hot college girls since you made your discovery.You can't stay in college forever, though, and it's about time to look toward the future. So with your past dozen girlfriends, you've asked extensively about their mothers. Some where too old, some where too ugly, some where too poor, and some were too married. But Mary's mom seemed juuuust right. She was in her early forties, she was good looking, she was rich (both from her.