The only time Pam screamed was when a dead body hit the pole where we were hanging. All I could see was that it was a male body. Somehow it felt bette...r than if it had been a woman.At some point I lost the sense of time. I just noticed that instead of pulling me away from the pole the water started pushing me towards the pole. When we finally were able to stand on the ground - or in the mess that used to be the ground - I was almost too weak to stand on my own. Again, it was the presence of Pam. She was bending and giving me enough look of her cleavage. She then came close to me while dancing and put her one leg on my shoulder and pulled her petticoat to her thighs. She just exposed her beautiful sexy legs and thigh. She then turned backwards and bent down to expose her super hot ass to me. I was getting out of control. Then after that the super sexy show stopped and sat down only in her blouse and petticoat. She asked me “did you enjoy my moves?” I said to her “yeah, very much. I. She invited me back to her place, a cozy, little studio with all the comforts one needs to relax and enjoy a little self-love. Francine was about twenty-eight with a firm body that stood about five feet six inches tall; just a few inches taller than me.Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace underwear lying on the floor. Looks like she had dropped them clean from a folded laundry pile. Due to the extent of their mental and physical exhaustion the day before, they had no trouble sleeping at all regardless of everything that was going on in their mixed up minds. However, another thing they both shared was a problem. They knew that as soon as they got up out of bed, it would all start again. They would have to face the world once more, and the world included their parents. All parents worry about their children, it’s only natural and of course, that’s the way it should be but at.