. doing could make a girl ... um ... feel ... um ... things that she didn't want to and she couldn't stop it and it wasn't her fault and it didn't mea...n that she was a slut or anything like that cause she really couldn't help it and she really really tried to stop it but she just couldn't so it really didn't mean anything? Remember?"I reached over and tickled her sides, making her squeal. "Wow! And you said all that in one breath? Yes, I remember"."Well, I understood what you said, and I even. I lost track of where I was, and snapped back when I heard her ask if it was cleaned up. I said "oh, ya. I think I wiped it all up." She had a smirk on her face as she said "good, good." I was afraid she knew I was looking up her skirt, but she didn't say anything, so I just went a long with it. I asked her if she needed anything else before I left. And she said "ya, there is one more thing I need you to clean." I asked her what? And she said "you forgot to clean me up. I got some ice tea on me. I helped her take out her clothes as there were many, she put it in the basket and I noticed there was a black lace panty still in the machine, I immediately picked it up and offered it to her, she looked at me with an erotic expression as if I saw her naked and there is nothing to hide anymore. She took the panty from my hand. Just to build upon the opportunity I asked her if she needed some help carrying the basket to her apartment. I knew if she said yes to this then someone is getting lucky. She was undoing her clothes aswell, stripping off her thin blouse, and yanking off her boots. Then,she pulled her jeans down, squirming and struggling to get them overher full hips.In moments, she was lying there in just a pair of silk panties,waiting for a man to get on top of her. He walked over to her, andstood by her head, his immense dick sticking out over her head. Theend of the dick seemedto be artificial, it was so big and red, and theentire pole was bobbing up and down as he looked at.