Lori took my hand, and under the cover of the table, guided it through the slit in the side of her dress, and pressed my fingers to her crotch. Just l...ke she had done the year before, she wasn’t wearing any panties, and I slowly rubbed her moist pussy. I twisted my hand around, so my fingers could spread her lips open. I pressed a fingertip to her opening; she was wetter right there.How she maintained her self-control as I rubbed up and down along her slit I had no idea, but I circled my finger. And more the crowd the better, there was always a chance that you got groped. And at that stage in my life, any attention to my cock was more than welcome. As a quiet smooth faced schoolboy I got groped and rather regularly on the local buses. On many journeys unseen hands pleasured me till journey’s end, I was dripping by the time I reached school. It was a lesson in self control as one fought to keep oneself from coming. I was expecting some action today and wondered when it would come from. I told her that it was rare to have a postwoman delivering the mail. She laughed about it and said I don't see why not we are the best at handling packages. At that very moment I had to decide which way to go, should I let her see how freaky I am or laugh it off and thank her for delivering my mail. Of course I had to try the former. I smiled and asked her if she always handled her packages with care because mine could use some TLC. She looked a little serious for a second so I assumed I failed. It was a very thin girl with long brunette hair and clearly NOT Gwen. Her bikini bottom was around her ankles and her top was pushed up, revealing small tits.“Who’s that?” She slurred, clearly wasted.“I’m Carter. This is my house.” I replied, mildly annoyed.“Wow. You’re rich huh?” She exclaimed drunkenly, turning towards me with one hand on the car.“Yeah, that car you are leaning on is worth a half million dollars.” I replied evenly.“Oh shit man, I’m sorry!” Robbie exclaimed. He attempted to.