She loves to drink, but can’t hold her liquids at all. Truth be known, she probably added two inches of water to the pool during the party, peeing i... it when nobody could tell; otherwise she would’ve spent half the party in the bathroom.Walking behind her, I could see her ass sway as she walked, and I was getting a bit horny, so I decided to have a bit of fun with her. I hurried up behind her and caught her around the waist with my arm, pulling her into me. She couldn’t help but feel my stiff. I couldn't even come close to getting my hand around it so I began squeezing and stroking it. Finally I got my hand on her nipple and began to roll it between my finger and thumb. She sat back on the couch and tilted her head back and began to pant like she had been running. In this position I had to climb on top of her to keep my mouth on hers. This gave me more room to get my hands on her. I was tired of fumbling under her shirt so I pulled it off of her. She raised her arms to help me get. They could be in the mountains by now. Her rescue now seeming more distant. Her only chance of escape would be herself. She had to fight them off and get away. She didn't know where she was, but anything would be better then with them. She feared that she would be raped, a thought that she dreaded. At the first chance of escape, she planned to take it. No matter what!She felt the car slowing, the air colder, her body getting goose bumps. The hand continued to occasionally move back into the. He immediately started in onthe drawing, hating that he had to remove it but that was far better thangetting a bad infection.He soaped up that part of his arm rather heavily and then gently scrubbedthe cloth against his skin. Still the picture on his arm remained in itsentirety. Not only that but it began to burn and itch even more. "Shit, Iam only making it worse." He immediately started to rinse under thewater. As he placed his head beneath the shower head, his thoughtsreturned to Karen and.