It was drenched. "Seriously?!" My eyes widened from what I'd just found out about myself. I couldn't believe I was so turned on by that image. I went ...own again into my panties, feeling the cool, wet, humid sensation once again as I slowly put my fingers into my already wet pussy...."Ummmmmm! Goshhh! No way is this actually happening!" I just couldn't stop myself at this point, it was as if I was taken over by pure lust and passion. I knew I wasn't straight anymore. My left hand began to form. “Umm ... ok. Do ... ten jumping jacks!” Liz ordered. Mike frowned; that wasn’t what he was expecting. But after a pause, he started jumping.The jumping jacks had the desired effect; Mike’s flaccid penis flopped around wildly in front of his crotch. Liz covered her mouth as laughter came over her.Mike finished his ten. “K, can I go now?” he said, hands on his hips.“Fuck, no! I’m just getting started!” Liz said, still laughing. Mike sighed heavily.“Grab some paper towels from the dispenser and. I could smell the her pussy was wet and excited, the felt warmth of body on me as she changed positions and now rubbing her wetness all over my stomach as she pressed her sweet ass towards my face. Pawing at my ankles the abruptly grapping my knees I had no other choice but to draw my legs up to her. Once again feeling the soft frilly fabric I knew I would soon be wearing her damp moist panties. She stopped to look at me, proud of what she had done and how I was dressed in her soft delicates.. My most useful contribution was switching Sheila's empty water bottle for a full one. Here, my only suggestion was to see if an old fashioned commercial size ice cream freezer was available.Surprisingly, this led to an extended discussion. There was a WW I vintage one lung motor in the garage's machine shop. We could use it for power, provided it was running. The motor's distinctive popping sound would make a great attraction for our little carnival. Gerald thought that might be doable. One of.