Mr. Hendrix looked like he'd been waiting for this to happen. He didn't say anything to us but he came over and stood right next to Betsy Lou. "People... chemistry is an exact science. If you follow the instructions in front of you exactly, you will be happy with the results. If you don't... well, I don't have to clean it up." He reinforced my idea by saying, "If you do follow the instructions, I'll be able to tell. Like this." He picked up the stand with my blue test tube in it and held it out. She moaned as his fingers found her swelling clitoris, closing her eyes to focus on the sensation of the damp cotton rubbing between her lips and sliding over her tingling bud. Maybe it was the feeling of the warm spring breeze filling the car and her lungs, or maybe it was the nervous excitement she felt of the upcoming dinner, but Erin sensed something different about the arousal building inside her. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Nevertheless, she gave in to Damian's touch.. And besides, he had been so handsome, outfitted in a classy dress shirt open at the throat, dark hair brushing the collar in the back. His slacks fit well, showing off a nice ass as he crouched down next to her tire to take off the flat. When he had explained that she had the wrong size lug wrench, as if she knew what that was, she had been happy for a ride to the next town to call for a tow.She hadn't expected a flash of white and the stench of something strong and nauseatingly sweet clamped. "Ouch," complained Natalie, tripping over a small rock. "I nearly fell to the ground. Why did I let you convince me to come? You know I hate the outdoors. Full of creepy crawleys, which I hate." She nearly walked into a spider's web. Natalie screamed a bit. Hannah rolled her eyes at her girlfriend. She didn't understand why they were going out they were the complete opposites of one another. She enjoyed the outdoors, wildlife, adventure; whereas, Natalie was a total girl girl. Only into.