Still needing to activate the controls, she dropped to a knee, and spotted a small, leather-bound notebook on the shelf. Her ball cap had covered it b...fore. Instructions, she wondered?The journal contained page upon page of hand-written notes. Each page consisted of 3 neat columns, the leftmost in plain English, the center column bearing some type of phonetic symbols, and the third column, words in a foreign language. It took a long moment for Rebecca to understand what she held in her hands. From there she pulled out a pair of panties, a white lacy half-slip, and a pair of off-black pantyhose."Let me help you out of this dress, Steve - um, I mean Stacy. You don't mind me calling you Stacy, do you?" I told her Stacy was fine, since it didn't sound right calling me Steve. I didn't have a girl's name picked out back then (Kelly wouldn't come into my life for another 10 years). Mrs. Bedford unzipped the dress and started to help pull it off me. I panicked.'My panties!' I said to. “I’m going to have to get the truck fixed, so I probably won’t make it up to the lodge until in the morning,” Tim declared.Damn. The drunk-fest was officially cancelled. Tim apologized and said he’d make it up to me. I was ticked, but there was not much I could do. Stuff happens, you know? So, there I sat, all by myself, on top of a cooler full of beer and no one to share it with.I looked over at the hot tub. The girls had gone very suspiciously quiet.“Would y’all like a beer?” I casually. He kissed her after she orgasmed the second time, slipping two fingers inside her slopping wet pussy a moment after beginning their kiss, catching her by surprise. She moaned into his mouth as he thrust his fingers deeper and harder into her.He pulled away, sliding down her body. He said, "You're so tight, have you ever been all the way?"Gracie blushed as she responded, "No, I was hoping it wouldn't show." Only because you're so tight. Can we... I mean, do you want to go all the way.