The second thing that I noticed was the dimpled effect of the panty material that covered her pubic mound. I want you now; I want you to make love with me Wit, please. As I looked at that leg and then upon the rest of her, my cock gave a sudden jerk as it sprang back to life. “Good morning Wit,” she yawned. This time it’s serious,” she scolded me and cried even louder. The first was a small spot of moisture that was escaping from her opening and gathering at the crotch of her panties. As I awoke the next morning, I lay there trying to remember where I was and whose bed I was sleeping in. I finally decided to get up and go take a shower and see if the cold water would cool my brain a little and as I walked down the hall to the bathroom, I passed Squirts room and I noticed the door partly ajar.
