The brazen blonde wiggled out of her blouse, tossing it aside and posed seductively in her bra and panties for her shocked co-worker. She took Pam's ...and and held it up against her panties, rubbing her moist crotch as they gazed at each other. The light blue undies turned color as Angela became increasingly moist. Pam was awed by the wetness, and began to run her trembling finger over Angela's crotch without any help. Angela slowly helped Pam out of her pink sweater, but wasn't as gentle. Mickey laughingly told me:"You better stay on your toes. Relax your vigil and let one of those guys maneuver me outside and I may have to put out for him."She shouldn't have said that - it got me to wondering what she would do if it happened.I got a partial answer the following week. We had stopped at the bar and I was shooting pool while Mickey was dancing with anyone who would ask her. I made sure that I kept her glass full and after about two hours of drinking and dancing, I saw Mel, the guy. Sally laughed at her tough bad-girl attitude because she knew enough about her friend’s lack of self-confidence to know that just the opposite was true. She paused and lifted her face up to kiss her husband Henry with the obvious placement of her naughty tongue between his lips. Lucille was surprised as all get-out that she felt a pang of jealousy at the action and realized she was beginning to see middle-aged Henry as her property to use in any manner she deemed appropriate. The thought of him. A mistake was made, a major mistake which he would only realize after it was way to late and irreversible damage done. He was there. Embraced all of the presence, atmosphere and the very aurora that was imitated. He explored and soaked in with all senses in heady excitement, craving for even more. His eyes observed and drank in different pictures as he moved his gazed over this magnificent vision. As if treasuring each frame of a favourite moving picture. Moving around and seeing Verna in.