She turned to the camera, sat down on the couch behind her and spread her legs as far as they would go showing the camera the large wet spot that was ...rowing on the crotch of her panties. She rubbed her fingers over the spot, soaking more cunt juice into them then abruptly stood up and peeled the orange panties down her shapely legs, dropping them on the couch. She leaned over out of camera range and stood up with the pair of dark purple panties from the cover dangling from her fingers. She. That's the word. She was tallish – five foot ten – her dark hair cascaded down her back in waves. She was wearing a dark outfit that exposed her substantial breasts to below the areolae, emphasised a narrow waist and round hips, reached the floor on one side and her hip on the other. Eric nudged me as she approached and we both stood. I bowed reflexively and she held out her hand. I took it and kissed the back of it lightly."Eric ... so good to see you," she said as I was doing so. "And this. "Eddie smiled. "If you think so, then bet me. I guarantee you I'll have it done before five." Okay," I said. "If you're that stupid to make a bet like that, I'll bet you a hundred bucks you can't do it." Deal," he said. He had that sly little Eddie smile on his face, and I should have known that meant trouble for me.The way he did it was masterful, and completely ballsy.Mrs. Freemantle liked to sit around the pool with her lady friends and drink martinis and nibble on tiny little tea. Little did Ryan know what awaited him on Saturday.There were ten of my friends we invited to the party.Laura, a journalism major, was tall and willowy like a fashion model with small, pointed breasts that she never kept under a bra. Her nipples were always on display and she was an ash blond with green eyes.Sarah, a bright redhead, was short, almost tiny, right at five feet. Freckled from head to toe, she was curvy and had boobs that were her greatest asset, they were at the upper range of.