Petersen,’ she asked shyly, ‘I-I have another problem I hope you can help me with!!!’ ‘W-what is it,’ he croaked, ‘I-I’ll do my best to ...o what I can!?!’ ‘It’s just this,’ she replied innocently while pulling her skirt up around her waist, ‘when I caught you looking at my pretty panties, I couldn’t help myself, but I got really wet, see, look at how damp my panties are!!!’ You could actually hear the gulping sound in his throat as he now openly gaped at Becky’s bulging panty clad lips!!! ‘You. Kim's going to be impressed for sure."I ushered her out the door and we drove to the Penny home with Candy chatting along the way. I wasn't as nervous as I had been the previous Saturday but I wasn't completely at ease either. When we arrived I let Candy go first. You know she's a regular visitor when she rings the door chime then proceeds to walk in. The door had been left unlocked for her.Kim was ready and waiting as we entered. She looked like she just stepped out of a magazine ad. Her. Spikey silver high heels completed the look, and I could see several heads turning her way, both men and women. She was perched on a bar stool, her long, tanned legs crossed, sipping on a mojito. We detected several envious looks from other men at the bar when we greeted her with hugs and made our way out the door, where a cab was waiting. The restaurant was named Ricky’s Dockside and was filled with locals dining on fresh seafood and engaged in lively conversation. A steel drum band played in. She pulled it off her shoulders, the cups sliding out from between their pressed tight tits.Now tan boobies and ebony tatas were pressed tight. I groaned at the sight of that. Ms. Lyon kept moving, unbuttoning her jeans and working those off, too. More cum dribbled down to their lips. Nothing stopped them.Not even Mr. Carlton watching them. He had been in the car that had driven by. Now he stood on the sidewalk staring at us in shock. I waved at him, not caring. I was having too much fun with.