The crotch of her pink panties was soaked. I didn'tneed another hint. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to taste her hot,sweaty, urine and cum soaked...underwear.I leaned in close and sniffed. Oh God! The odor was pungent and richfrom her juices. My tongue darted out and I licked her outside of herpanties. She jumped reflexively at the touch of my tongue. I thencovered the center of her crotch with my mouth and began to suck thejuices that had saturated the pink nylon, turning it darker. "She quickly defended herself. "I apologized for the plagiarizing one, I was in grade ten and stupid. The hazing was harmless fun."I gave her a stern look as I replied, "A girl in the hospital with alcohol poisoning is not my version of harmless fun."Realizing I was not amused, she shifted her theory. "I know. I felt so bad for that, but we just didn't realize she couldn't handle her liquor."Ignoring her lame rationale, I continued, "So this is strike three. You know what happens after strike. Dave's cock twitched excitedly as he pulled them on.The two lads locked in a passionate embrace as their dicks touched hard against one another through their briefs and as they breathed in the hot cum smell. Matt began to rub his cock gently against Dave's and Dave responded, each of them doing all they could to heighten the other's pleasure. Both knew that for them the special sensation of cock massaged through cotton briefs was an explosive thing, something which few others could and would. I let it get warm, but not too hot; I know that I’ll be in there for a while. Slipping past the curtain, I enter the shower and stand immediately under the warm stream. I allow myself the luxury of getting fully wet before doing the obligatory shampooing and soaping. Once clean, though, I reach for a fresh razor and the shaving cream. I sit down on the floor of the shower, spread my legs apart, and focus on the area that will be receiving much attention in the time to come. Having done a rough.