"You have excellent legs," I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties."And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva," I exclaimed with...delight. "Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?" I don't have a boy friend," Melissa answered, before adding quickly, "I don't allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave." That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please. I wasn’t surprised to see my name as her top match. The other names were mostly Seniors that I didn’t know. I looked at Jennifer’s sheet and I wasn’t her top match. In fact, I was third. I wondered which questions we differed on. I’d have to ask. We hadn’t compared sheets, so I didn’t know for sure. I was sure at least one of them was the questions about the guy paying for everything (which I had said yes and I knew she disagreed with that idea). Another one might be the ideal date, because. With his head upand shoulders back, he led with his boobs. His arms swung loosely backand forth while his hips swiveled from side-to-side. Just like he hadpracticed ad nauseum.Ellen, her heart filled with admiration, tracked his movements with hereyes as he sauntered to the witness stand. He sat and crossed his legs ina feminine manner and gracefully placed his handbag on the floor thenrested his hands in his lap. Ellen marveled at how smoothly he moved inthose stilettos and how he crossed. Cynthia spread cool saliva over her hot cherry red mouth. They were all Marcella could see. She throbbed. Her cheeks flushed as the maid grasped at her own lacy panties. Cynthia’s hands hooked them beneath her glowing loins. Her hips were wide, the lingerie tight. She swayed and shoved them down her trembling lower half. They dragged slowly, revealing the warm hue of her body coyly. For Marcella, every moment the vixen wasn't in her lap was unbearable. Stroking herself only worsened.