I felt like it was time for it again, and I always have had fantasies about this. And now that I had my own car and my drivers license, it was time to...fulfill one of my dreams.While I was driving along a road, I noticed some dirt roads to my right. When I reached one with many trees around it, I turned in and drove away from the main road and parked to the side. I shut down the engine of the car and turned my lights off. I was sure that nobody could see me here, or they had to drive into this. Up there with Davos or even the sinister Bilderberg Group.I headed for the staff canteen in order to grab a bite to eat. The guests upstairs might be tucking into a six-course banquet, but all that was on offer for us plebs were cold pork pies, Russian salad and bread rolls. And no beers as we were all driving.Having finished my unappetising supper, I stepped outside onto a small paved terrace for a smoke. The ground fell away sharply, revealing a landscaped garden below, ringed by an intricate. John’s hand flew out, striking the glass of orange juice on his way to our brother.I gasped, watching the green, plastic cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soak through my skirt to my panties. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the cold bleeding through to my privates.“No, no, no,” I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I could. .. up up and more up he spread in to the edge of her panties, but without hesitation, Lillian puts her fingers under the edge and picks it up, "don't forget the tender bit at the tanline edge" she said in a drowsy, almost husky voice. She wanted him so bad, and wanted him to put his beautiul hands in there and start playing with her sex, she wanted to turn around and take his swimtrunks off and suck his member until he was ready to fuck her to the orgasm she so much needed right now. His touch.