Ann quickly found the top of her elastic panty. Reaching deeper down her flat tummy she began to caress her silky blonde hair just under the hem of th... tiny briefs. Further down her hands wandered through the silver dollar hole baring her damp pussy. Her legs shook as her hands began to softly pull at her pussy lips. The folds were already flush and full with her excitement. Her little clit now popped out like a ridged soldier at attention. Ann flicked the button with her trembling fingers. She did, however, see the scalding hot coffee headed for her favorite recreational area. She acted with instinct and self-preservation as she grabbed a pitcher of water and a towel. She dumped the water over the areas of his legs where the coffee had landed, diluting the heat with a torrent of water. Falling to her knees by his chair, she began to blot at his wet thighs with the towel, which was much too small to do any good.She didn't know when she recognized the telltale smell and then. She leans against the washer, testing the knobs. As the water fills the basin inside, she sits on top, peels her pants down to her ankles. Her left hand works its way down her body toward the line of her panties, and her right hand reached under her shirt to where I could just make out that she wasn't wearing a bra.The video has no sound, so I can't hear anything as her lips part ever so slightly, and her eyelids flutter. She keeps that slow pace for a long, long time, the fingers of her left. Maybe we should get in touch with him."In many ways Peter turned out to be a most interesting young man. He could not safeguard us 100% at the time. Nobody could do that. The best he could do for a start was to provide some alert-programmes, which would sound off most of the times, when someone was trying to get into the system. Peter and two of his friends were working on some new systems, but as they had just finished their studies at the university, their private economies had forced them to.