”Thom follows the signs, pulls up to the terminal, we exit the van and Mr. Blaine says, “Thanks Thom, we will let you know through Gretchen when w...’re coming back.”We walk into the terminal and Mr. Blaine orders... I see the restrooms point and say, “Okay, it’s time to change our clothes.”Yeah, we had been wearing ‘normal’ travel clothing and that had to be fixed because of our destination. The girls went into the women’s restroom while I went into mine, found an empty stall and began to. First and foremost, did she really set on that dryer and expose her shaved pussy to me or was it just some made up fantasy in my twisted brain? And then there was the whole thing of putting her panties in with mine, “who does that?” I asked as I pulled my panties out of the dryer one at a time.I loved the feeling of freshly laundered panties right out of the dryer. The fabric was so silky in my fingers as I would make sure it was turned right side out and then carefully fold it in thirds so. And then they took turns spanking my ass until it was red and sore and slapped my pussy until it was plumped like ripe fruit. It was like someone knew my inner most fantasies. Jesus, so many of my own orgasms. I was no party girl, had a psychological block about having orgasms, and could count on one hand the number I’d had in my life. But not last night! These were no sweet, quiet ones like I got when masturbating alone. No, they had been massive, grand-mal seizure types. My whole body had. "Ralph chuckled with friendly humor. "You have seeds to sow, Pat? I thought only men had those." It sounds like that, doesn't it?" she asked, confused again. "But I don't wanna go off anywhere to strange exotic places, I don't wanna do adventurous deeds or have a fabulous career."That's what 'sowing wild oats' is, isn't it?" Yeah," Bob said."That's not me. I got something else inside tearing me up." Do you know what you want?" Ralph asked patronizingly."Careful," Bob cautioned. "Be nice.".