The girl was wearing boring white cotton panties. Ger stuffed her fingers down the front of them.“Get wet and get there quick. I have my job and you...have classes,” Ger demanded.“Oh,” CH squeaked. Her body twitched and she amplified every response. She moaned, harder. She panted, deeper. She bucked, further. She let her eyes look down Ger’s cleavage and thought of Olivia’s ass or Aly’s legs. Maybe Joss’s smile or Susannah’s eyes?“Did you get your birth control papers for Ron?” Ger leaned over. A nice pair of trousers medium high heels and blouse she looked very nice indeed.I wont bore you with the night out just to say lots of drink, good pub and good band and lots of men looking her up and down which gets me going anyway. I love it when she teases especially on holidays when she wears a short skirt no panties and tanned legs drives men wild i love watching them trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt.About 00.15hrs we were in a taxi on our way home and my plan was about to be put. Hannah first, OK?"With a hard last look, Tara nearly slammed the door on him, corralling the pervert in her bedroom to be dealt with later.Through the door, Cyrus heard quiet voices, a little crying, more soft voices, and -- he breathed a sigh of relief -- laughter! Or were they plotting just how to humiliate him most thoroughly?The clock on Tara's desk told him she had been gone only 14 minutes. As she shut the door behind her, Cyrus steeled himself for anything."She pushed you away and you. I could throw myself out there, it could have just been anywhere. In retrospect I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t pop up out in the blackness of space somewhere. I reappeared about one hundred feet in the air over some very hard, very unforgiving (and rapidly approaching) desert ground. I read once in a book that the trick to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss. As much as I tried in those passing seconds, I couldn’t figure out exactly how to do that. The ground is.