His hands dropped to her hips willing her to increase the pace, she was there anyway, her body beginning to rise up & down higher & faster, he was thr...sting up to met her each time, the passion building, he knew he can't hold back much longer. She slumped front onto him, both wanting & needing to feel the climax, his hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass, pushing her deeper onto his cock as she thrust down onto him. They could both feel it, knew it was now, his hand gripped the back of her head. "Thankyou, Peter. My name is Eric. My associate is Walter.Do you have your panties with you, or would you liketo purchase a pair...size 8, I believe."He knew my size!I blushed and stammered, "I have my...things, thankyou."Eric smiled. "I thought so. Here are yourcomplimentary soft slippers. You'll want to wearthem, unless you brought your stockings and heels.And here's your locker key. Just go through that doorto the locker room, put your things in the locker,apply your make-up at the row of. She further pulled my hand within and placed it on her panty. I could feel the crotch and the pussy crack on her panty. As I was making moves on her pussy crack, I could feel her heavy breathing and closing her eyes.Then she held my fingers and made my forefinger to run over the crack from top to bottom and reverse. While doing so, I could feel wetness on her panty. She told me to keep doing it and to increase the pace. I told her that she has peed.She said, “It’s not the pee. It is something. I swallowed and wondered if she just wore it for fashion or was there perhaps a more practical, more literal use for the accessory. Her drink came and she wrapped her slender hand out around it and headed my way. Her walk, oh, her walk, let me tell you about her walk. Some women do the exaggerated hip swing with enough umph to knock down walls, or the stab-the-ground-with-your-feet walk. Other women do the mannish swagger, while others have the capabilities to do the infamous and graceful.