Just below them a dam had been built across thisriver, and when they saw it everyone suddenly remembered that of coursebeavers are always making dams ...and felt quite sure that Mr Beaver hadmade this one. They also noticed that he now had a sort of modestexpression on his, face - the sort of look people have when you arevisiting a garden they've made or reading a story they've written. So itwas only common politeness when Susan said, "What a lovely dam!" And MrBeaver didn't say "Hush" this time. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a pair of pink knickers with a still wet crotch. I was laughing as I transferred the money to his account. I then poked the knickers into the top of one of the empty bottles. I told the rest of the table that they had to pay for the drinks, as I was now broke. I offered my new friend a drink, and he sat with us. They all looked at the knickers and Barb had to ask who they belonged to, and what was that all about? I told them and had them laughing in. I could see that his eyes cut directly to my chest and the slight grin that crossed his face said it all. He wanted to see more. ‘I understand. I have made the same mistake a couple times myself. So Tom…what’s the evening hold for us?’ I said. ‘I was thinking a little dinner, dancing, and then see where the evening goes from there. Just let it take its own course after that.’ Jon improvised. ‘Tom, my friend tells me you have a great dick and know how to use it. Is this true?’ I asked. She found that Kate was dripping like a leaky faucet! It had been a long time since she had felt a young woman's body, and she couldn't believe what a hot little bitch Kate was! She got around behind her and pulled Kate's panties down to her knees, and while using both hands, she ran them up and down her ass and legs, finally putting her mouth on Kate's crotch and licking the sweetest pussy she had ever tasted.Both Kate and Mr. Clemson were now moaning with pleasure, and Kate sucked even harder.