Katara, you're gonna scare it away. Mmmm... I can already smell it cookin'!" he whispers"But Sokka! I caught one!" you say, trying to retain control.Y...ou struggles with the blob of water and it floats closer to Sokka, who raises his spear to strike a fish. When he cocks his arm back he burst the bubble of water. The fish falls back into the sea and Sokka gets drenched."Hey!" Ugh! Why is it that every time you play with magic water I get soaked?" he says, very esperated"It's not magic. It's. They sat together and looked across the table at each other. Something good and dirty flashed between their eyes, a spark of igniting fire over the rims of their mugs. “When does your husband come home?” Max asked. “Not until this evening,” she answered. In one smooth motion he rose, reaching for her as she left her chair and dove into his arms. His kisses were a tender rain, his lips exploring her skin as though they had never tasted its softness before, though they had countless times in. Now, I knew he lived about three hours away, but I figured "fuck it", and texted him. Two and a half weeks, and about a thousand texts later, Mike was making the 95 miles trip north to my house. I was extremely nervous about meeting him, and tried really hard to not let it show. The plan was to go out for few drinks. Nothing else was set in stone. It felt like it took 10 hours for him to get here, but he finally arrived. Again, I was nervous, but tried not to let it show.We went to a local. Even worse I was getting so wet I feared I might be staining my shorts. I also became aware that several of the boys had noticed my high beams and were giggling nervously. I glanced at Matt, but the way he turned and the expression on his face left me uncertain if he saw, but there was just enough of a smile on his face that my juices were starting to flow. I excused myself to the restroom. Once inside, I went to one of the stall and pulled down my shorts and panties. The panties were soaked,.