I had to walk past the line, so I got a good look at manyof them, blondes and brunettes, slim and sizable, mostly busty, somegood looking, all tarted ...p and dressed to kill. As I took myinvitation out of my purse I slipped in a small puddle. I reached outand happened to grab the bag of a girl I was passing which almost pulledher down with me. I sorted her spilled things back into it, and passedit back to her as she swore at me. "Ta, Bitch, now everything's gonnabe fucking wet!"I apologised. Then, at a point of near exhaustion, we embraced once more. I then got her a cup of water, as she seemed very dehydrated. After making note of the new wet spot on the bed and her apologizing, then me telling her it was a complement, we both fell asleep again.Later, my alarm went off, waking us both up. I had one hell of a case of morning wood. She grabbed it as she got out of bed to go to the restroom. Her smirk alerted me to her intentions. Upon her return, she sat down on the bed and spread. Her eyes squeaked and tried to adjust for the absence of light, the lights where turned of to let the projector do it's work.A man standing in front of a screen was looking straight at her, clearly not amused as he had just been interrupted from his power point.She could clearly hear a few muffled remarks directed towards her for being late.A loud and clear - AHUUUM - came from Mr Drosart sitting at the end of the table. The extra seat next him was clearly meant for her.As she moved herself. I mean, other guys, uh, guys that aren't..." Well, isn't that nice!" Heather shot back, feigning shock. "Are you saying that all you perverts enjoy looking up my skirt?"Jamie froze, speechless. Heather giggled at her brother's discomfort. "Oh, Jamie, I'm just k**ding you," she laughed. "I know what you mean. It's sweet of you to say I turn men on. But of course not you, silly – you're my brother!"She got up and winked at him, smoothing her skirt down. "Well, I think our dinner is ready – shall.