I found myself looking around, trying to find her. I had several possibilities. I didn't know them all. It dawned on me that rather than trying to fig...re out who the last wrestler might be, I should be scoping out the Sig girls, to see which bikini I was going to steal. By the time I selected two bras and two bottoms, just in case one of the owners turned out to be a wrestler or lost a garment in a drawing. I could take a garment lost in a raffle, or even one lost in the mud, but why? The. Fuck it, I thought, what am I going to do now? Getting as close as I could, from one side I could make out most of the room through a gap that she’d missed. It didn’t surprise me to see Karen on her knees in front of Stephen, towel on the floor, her fondling his ever growing cock.“Mrs Jones, sorry Karen, please, what about your husband?” “Oh, don’t worry about him, he went to the pub, he won’t be back for hours yet” she then started to lick his balls, sucking on his nuts while she wanked him. 20 strokes ought to be enough, but, to make sure, I think I will write down some numbers on pieces of paper and let you pick the additional strokes that should make you remember your paddling." Now I knew she was REALLY serious. But, my cock responded by getting as hard as I think it has been in quite a while. But, how was I going to pick those pieces of paper? Soon, I found out. Pressed into my face was a hat. I couldn't figure out what kind of hat it was since I hadn't worn any. But, that's. ... He half turns and unlocks the stall, and we both have to move to let the door open inward. Latisha slides through, and then her eyes up and down me a couple times."Well, I can't blame you none" she says... I like Latisha too, I'm thinking. I take the joint from Tray's mouth and pass it to her. She takes a big double hit and holds it like a pro. She exhales and coughs a couple of times. She arches her eyebrows at me, "Good sh*t, ain't it?" Oh, yeah" I reply, sliding my eyes up and down her..