I'm a little messy at doing this so there is some overspill down between your thighs….. You shudder, you squeal and you hug me…. Your knickers are...sodden now, with the overspill and with your own wetness. I attempt to remove your panties, but I need your assistance … your raise your buttocks off the sofa and help me slip the knickers off. You put your bum down again and shiver imperceptibly as the coolness of the leather touches your warm skin.I take a large mouthful of bubbly and press my. It appeared to Sam that the sorority girls were using the tent as a makeshift locker room.“Hi, I’m Maylee.” Taken by surprise Sam guiltilyy turned to face the speaker. He found himself starring into the captivating eyes of a petite Asian her hand outstretched in greeting.“Sam.” he replied automatically extending his own hand for a brief shake.“Would you care to sponsor me? I’m signed up for the dunk tank next.”Looking over at the dunk tank Sam spied a wet blonde suspended over the water. With a. She squealed, purred, cooed into his mouth as her hands fought with him weakly. She melted against him, felt the warmth in his pants against her. His hands roamed the small of her back, hers roamed his, clawing at his skin under his tee. Their tongues battled and made love. He felt at her sides, started to move her panties down. She thumbed at the waistband on his joggers. She felt alive, heart thumping in her chest. A cool breeze passed over her butt as the fabric started to descend. Her blood. She looked at my hands, but saw that I wasn’t touching anything.“Who...” she started to ask as she grabbed her crotch.“Me,” Brent answered. The buzzing between her legs stopped.I elaborated. “I hacked the software so that Brent could connect to my phone and in turn allow him to operate the v-” I stopped myself from saying ‘vibrator’ aloud as several families were all within earshot around us now. “the ‘device’, from the fire-station. If that isn’t the ‘next best thing to being there’ then I.