Then the sensuous feel of a hand rubbing his pantied bottom untilthat hand pulled down his panties. Next he felt two hands reachingbetween his legs an... pulling his maleness toward her and theunmistakable feel of the yoke being clamped over his little whiteballs. He could scarcely belief the situation. He spoke up, "But Leayou said..." and at that a hard smack fell on his bottom. "What did youcall me twit?" I mean, Ms. Lea you said..." Yes you twit I know what I said and I amkeeping my word I am. I never went on any dates, just because I never seemed to be the girl any guy wanted, but I always very revved up. The slightest passing thought in class would get my pussy wet and I would sit among all my friends trying to get myself as far as I could without a single one noticing. And that was just in high school. In college, I knew way more people were having sex. The people in the room next door always had someone over, and they rarely attempted to cover their sounds. Which always meant. I looked over to seeCarrie waving at us. The man seated next to her was apparently Rick.He stood as we approached the table. "Hello, Rick," Lisa was saying."I'm Lisa, and this is Bethany."Rick took Lisa's hand and shook it. I offered my hand, my french-tippednails trembling slightly, and Rick took it and gently shook it as well. "Carrie's told me a lot about you two," he told us."She's told us a lot about you," Lisa said.We slid into the booth across from them. I hurriedly picked up my. “I’ll be right back to get you hard again,” she said, leaving the ladies’ room. I zipped myself up and watched the flick for a while. It was a good one, with three lesbians tongue-teasing a fourth, who was spread-eagled on a bed. Time passed and I began to wonder if Riya had gotten cold feet and left. Then she appeared at the top of the stairs. For some reason, I first noticed her purse, bulging larger than ever. Then I realized why her purse was so large—it contained her top and skirt.Riya.