“Did somebody die?” asked Jay. Mike was in dress shirt and slacks, coat and tie. “Not yet,” replied Mike. “I have an 8:00 meeting with the D...an, then 8:30 with the sheriff’s deputy and the campus police.” Charlene walked in as Mike departed and told us to get out of bed. We went to Ben’s room where Nate was sorting things. He told us what to take to Seth’s room, so we moved Nate down the hall. Of course, that was not completed without me running into something while carrying one of Nate’s. By the time he found her, she was bending forward trying to read a scan point. Softly's wide stance had her skirt drawn tight around her ass. The imprint of her bikini style cut of her panties, cut into each ass cheek and burned his eyes as he said, “can I help”? She claimed that she couldn't read the small printed numbers as he stood beside her looking down her blouse. He read them and stepped back as she reached into the bin. Reaching while still bent, her skirt crawled up to her stockings. Each group of searchers and their fireman leader had been assigned a vertical stripe of the hill, spread out on either side of the wreck of Van Daddock's car. Detective Harris would remain at the bottom at their makeshift command post, listening to the firemen talking back and forth as they climbed upwards.But as the groups moved carefully up the hill, Sammy remained at the bottom, even as her group's leader climbed ever farther up their assigned hill section. She began slowly walking back and. She then grabbed the hem of her shiny, tight fitting, black skirt and slowly raised it up. As her skirt lifted, her thigh high stocking tops were revealed along with the thin, black straps of her garter belt. The skirt raised a bit more and then to my very pleasant surprise, her black, silky fullback panties were put on full display. She turned her head around to make eye contact and gave me a naughty grin knowing that I now needed to fuck her more than ever. I wasted no time unbuckling my belt.