And Mrs. Myers would probably have wondered what the heck was going on if I showed up smelling like Snookie's prom date.I didn't go over to the Myer's...house until just before supper. I didn't want to be around Snookie's parents any more than I had to that night. Once we sat down to eat, I don't think I looked up from my plate for the whole meal. I was sure that if Snookie and I made eye-contact, I would panic and blurt out the whole story to her parents. Fortunately for me, Mr. and Mrs. Myers. "Ooh these are quite soaked Shelley, yes far too wet to wear, don't you think Shelley?" "I do" Shelley replied with a little chuckle as she realized what was going on. "Well I guess we'll just have to fix that" said Bri as she knelt down grasped Shelley's panties with her teeth and slowly pulled them down to reveal Shelley's beautiful, plump and dripping wet pussy. Bri stood up, and lightly spanked Shelley's pussy before handing her the panties and saying "see if you can fix that fuck toy so it. “Jodie,” I gasped breaking the kiss.“They can’t see us here! Just kiss me!”We exchanged a deep, sexy, French kiss, and then she walked me over to my car.“Thanks again,” she said. “I’ll let you know when I’m going to be in Chicago.”“OK. Remember, next summer I probably won’t be here because of my trip to Japan.”“Steve, you were a wonderful lover and Elyse was right. You did fuck me silly!”June 27, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“Welcome home!” Bethany said. “Where’s my little tyke?”“He went into the. A wonderful start to that long day, I thought to myself. Suddenly, I felt it. There, again… definitely it was more than just a quick accidental contact. A pair of hands was rubbing my buttocks through my tight skirt. I should normally be offended, but that soft contact felt so good…It was not an aggressive groping. Those hands were exploring the contours of my firm butt as though it was a masterpiece of art. Whispering a low moan, I pushed slightly back into the hands and was rewarded with more.