I excused myself to go to the ladies room. While in there, after I washed my hands, I took the opportunity to touch and finger my soaking wet pussy fo... a minute or two. I then headed back to the guys. Surprisingly, like perfect gentlemen, they stood as I returned. In standing, I saw their erect packages in their jeans. I positioned myself between them. I reached into my pocketbook and handed Anthony the very wet red lace panties that I removed while in the ladies room. He had that Christmas. Her ass went from pink to red. She was squirming and sobbing slightly. I stopped and rubbed her hot glowing bottom. I gently stroked her and she responded by starting to cry harder. I guess the tenderness I was showing her made her feel all the more guilty. My fingers slipped between her checks and I ran my finger lightly over her, moving lower and closer to her pussy. My fingers parted her sweet lips and I could feel her warmth and also her wetness, and his. She was a gooey, sloppy mess, panty. They were carried in the house. The larger one was filled with dry ice. They put fresh made butter, and gallon jars of milk in those, packed in dry ice, and William, brought 12 jars of his poke salad. Milt stared laughing and asked if they needed a U-Haul. Doris and Liz, one standing on each side of him, swatted him on the butt. "Smart Ass!" they said in unison. He laughed and kissed both of them. One last kiss around, and they were off. It seemed the silence was deafening. The only sound was. .. well...” was all he could manage.She giggled with girlish delight. It was still so funny when she saw grown men so intimidated by her. It was only sex; many of the boys and men she knew would barely pause for breath before touching her, or pinning her down and taking her passionately, yet here was a big strong handsome man who could barely string a sentence together.But she knew men like him. Once they were given their chance, once their nerves and intimidation had dissipated they quickly.