Almostin a daze, I undressed, slid those still dryer-warm panties up my legsand immediately got aroused. I loved the way they felt, so tight, butslipp...ry too. I rubbed myself a few times, and before I knew it I wascumming. I felt the warm sticky sensation and instantly was in heaven. Ishuddered and looked down. The front of the panties were wet in a messysplatter pattern. I was embarrassed, excited, and felt incredibly guilty.I quickly peeled them off, rolled them into a ball and threw them. Perhaps, mused Camorra, he would have some luck in there. Deftly tipping off his top-hat as he entered the tavern, he made his way through the crowd to the bar. The bar-maid, a young, busty thing, was harried with the influx of customers, but Camorra was in no mood to wait after his previous disappointment. Removing his kid leather glove from his right hand, he slowly and deliberately snapped his fingers. The bar was noisy, and by all rights, the sound of Camorra's fingers should have been. He turns and makes his way towards her, grabbing her body and pulls her towards him. Their lips find each other naturally and the warmth from their kiss starts to flow.He pushes her back against the closed door and grabs her wrists. Holding them both in one hand, he places her hands above her head, trapping her. He pulls his lips from hers and starts to kiss her chin, down the middle of her throat, and then licks across her neck. His free hand moves down over her body, exploring it fully.His. Just then Ally came up and saw me talking to her behind the dugout. "Sam, who the fuck is this?" I forgot how sexy Ally was, she was wearing tight spandex shorts, Nike free runs with high white baseball socks with blue stripes at the top (our school colors) and a tight, sleeveless, female version of my baseball jersey with her hair down. But this other girl was crazy sexy as well, she was wearing extremely short jean shorts, the same free runs as Ally ironically, a belly showing tight green.