I slip a hand from her breast and between her legs, my fingers almost plunge into her wet pussy. Damn another one that loves going commando, I go on t... rub her hard clit and she shudders harder, her pussy sprays her cum out over my jeans and her skirt. I almost can’t believe that anybody can be so worked up, she shudders some more and then inquiringly rubs her ass against my, now wet, crotch. I keep mauling her soft breast as I unzip my jeans and slip out my throbbing ten incher, lifting her. I only had a pair of G-strings panties under that short dress, which did not hide much of my body when my dress revealed what was under it, at the beginning I noticed some eye sights browsing under my dress or over my top looking for more of my body to see.But later on, it was kind of a normal thing as I was getting as drunk as they were, making jokes, even dirty ones with them, which made them comfortable too with my presence.I am sure none of them minded it at all, especially when they. As I alwaysdid then, on that Saturday morning I simply took a pad of paper, a bigblack marker and headed to the closest motorway to hitch a lift. My planwas simple, to get a lift to either Oostende or Calais, board the ferryas a foot passenger and then hitch from Dover to my friends in Brighton.It was a hot August day, so I wore light pleated trousers, much likehareem pants, a black silk Nepalese blouse, a white silk neck scarf withnavy polka dots tied loosely around my neck and pixie boots,. Jokingly trying to break the ice, I suggested that it sounded like a school report."Well its a good job its not, otherwise you would be straight in front of the Headmaster' She said with a stern voice.The day progressed and we worked our way through the paper work. At some point I ended up sitting next to her working on some figures and I could feel her body heat. Somehow I found this a bit of a turn on and started to get a hard on. Starting to feel flustered I desperately tried to think.