I slowly raised the hem of her skirt, pulling it up till it lay flipped over her back, with her frilly white panties exposed. Then I started again. Te... more times, I let my hand fall on her ass, five on each cheek.Then I took hold of the sides of her panties. She read my intentions, and lifted her hips slightly. I slid her panties down her thighs, and she let her weight fall back onto my lap again. Her legs were tightly pushed together, but I could see wisps of red hair peeking out between. Her cool hand felt like an icy flame around his throbbing, lust- swollen cock, although his dazed mind boggled at her aggressiveness. He was sure she was a virgin. He had expected her to be petrified into passivity the first time. Had she... had she done anything like this before? Douglas Harper had not the courage to ask. He felt his prick jump crazily at her long awaited touch, the bulbous head growing thick and full with the pulse of blood that roared up from his constricted testicles. His. Now, however, she'd taken upon herself the role of the crew's cheerleader. Homesickness was setting in for many of them and they were grateful to Chino for her light hearted pranks.Her nickname was easy to pronounce for the Russians. Co-incidently, it was a Russian slang word for 'Chinese.' She became 'Chinovitchka, ' 'little Chinese woman, ' to many of the crew, although her light brown hair, her pixie Italo-Nordic features, would seem to belie that description.She was not short of prospective. Ben put a CD on, which was slow music and asked Liz if she minded having a slow dance with him as he never managed to get a slow dance due to his work commitments. Liz thought he was only being nice, so thought it would be fine.As they started dancing, things started to change slightly. Ben started getting close to Liz and then she could feel his cock harden against her. Then his hands started to wander towards her bottom, then when he found no resistance, he edged his way to her gorgeous large.