I inspected the crotch area and saw what looked to be dried pussy juice. I put it up to my nose, inhaling and smelling the enchanting odor of pussy. I...knew that she had worked late that Saturday morning and she had left after me. I did not know exactly how hard she had worked, but it was evident that she had done it, at "getting off"...Suddenly, I got a strange feeling, as my dick started to get hard.I had never imagined finding dirty panties from my conservative secretary. She was not so old;. Rush job. Dad really pushed me this time. Said the same guy who paid for Pasterno wanted to talk to you. Some big deal. ??????" Shelly Townsend wasn't going to respond to pressure. An answer could wait until morning. She was thinking about Roscoe, at the Encore. He had been hinting about doing her ass last time they slept together. Mmmm, I think tonight's your lucky night, idiot.Vessy's Dad wouldn't kill his golden goose. He had tried to find out who she was before, particularly when she turned. We would go there a lot because my parents new that my gramps kept an eye on us when we were hunting or camping on the lake as he lived close by. Steve tried to get jenny to go but her parents new what would happen out there for a week alone with three horny teens. We arrived at the camp site early on Saturday and setup as we always did when we got there. Steve was the first in the water and soon Fred and i joined him. I was swimming when i noticed that Steve had taken off his shorts and threw. I could remember him from a brief meeting many years before, back then he was kinda weird, and initially his comments I put down to drinking too much, but there was something in his demeanor that shouted out loud to women, inexperience, in large dozes, unable to communicate comfortably with females and a self defecating lack in confidence, it was as if he knew he was doomed to failure, so he distanced himself and pretended he did not want to know, but in his quieter moments you sensed his.