"My, what have we here?" she smiled, feeling the extent of my desire.She was wearing a skirt, so I slid my hand up her creamy thighs to the soft spot ...where her panties met her skin. She was unbelievably hot to the touch, and as my fingers grazed her crotch I could feel her wetness soaking through her underwear. I lifted her up off me a little so I could caress her mound, and she moaned and began to quiver. As I delicately touched her vulva, she closed her eyes and began to pant again, thrusting. "In third place is Mandy, who rubbed her pussy completely raw while managing to LOSE a jilling contest with Janice. Mandy CHEATED, the jilling taking place as they watched Mandy's daughter Amy take a world class tongue lashing from Jenny, and SHE STILL lost."In fourth place is Heather, who delivered a very credible blow job this morning and followed up with by being taken by John from the rear whilst bent over a sofa arm. Heather might have scored higher, but she could get no one but Tracy to. “Follow me,” he said and then headed down one of the runs.The slope was bordered with thick woods to our left and about a third of the way down it had a small clearing along the side of it. It was a resting area with a fire pit and a couple of picnic tables. He pulled into it and stopped with me right behind him.“Why don't we stop here for a minute?” he suggested.We got out of our boards and he went to one of the tables and sat down with the top of it to his back. I knew right away what he was. She wriggled like a puppy, and ran her hand down my shirtfront, and back up, beneath my sweatshirt, and against my skin. The coolness of her hand made me gasp, and she giggled."Poor boy, I guess I'll have to warm you up!", as she batted her brown eyes at me in the lantern light. Matching deeds to words, she reversed course, and slid her cool hand beneath my sweatpants, and traced the outline of my hardening tool. "Oohh! Somebody is happy to see me!", she whispered, "I guess I'll just have to.