!" Well -- since you said 'please, ' she said, and snapped up her hand at the wrist -- just for maybe a slow count of four -- but demonstrating to me ...hat the white cotton panties were -- probably in her purse.But it was just the briefest little flesh-flash that I saw. Anybody else, anybody behind me, probably wouldn't have had time to really focus, time to actually see... anything.Probably. Nobody behind me gasped, or moaned. That was certainly a good sign. If it had been me, I'd sure as hell. But her vagina still tingled, she still felt like she needed to be touched. In an instant she knew what she had to do, she dropped her bag and ran up to her room. Laying down on her bed Sarah unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis, then paused. What was she about to do? Was she about to touch herself? She knew she couldn't do that, but she knew she wanted to know what it felt like so bad. She pushed down her pants and looked in the mirror, her pink panties had a little wet spot right between. I tried to think about disgusting things like smelling dog shit on the bottom of my shoe, or imagining the dead rotting seal that I once ran across at the beach. But it was no use. I could see Carla's fine alabaster thighs opening wide and then closing so that her smooth shapely knees where together pressed tight. When her legs were spread wide I could see her dark pubic hair and I imagined that I could see something pink just under that hair. I couldn't help it, she made me hard and I couldn't. The outline of his masculine form, the strength in his arms and the desire in his eyes. A smile quirked at her lips as fingers pulled at the curtain of hair, letting it fall damply to her back, wet curls kissing at the curved beauty of her backside. Without looking at him, her hands moved over her neck, the bubbles from her soap slipping down her shoulders in foamy rivers. A moan escaped her as her head leaned back, hands working over the heavy mounds of her breasts. A hiss was bitten off as.