"Damn," I muttered. I took some paper napkins from a chrome dispenser on the table and cleaned up most of my mess, but the ice cream had been getting ...soft and it soaked into my shirt. "That's going to be sticky and wet all the way home," I told Bridget. "I'm going to see if I can wash it out."I went to the doors of the restrooms. Both were marked with the symbols for both men and women. I picked the one on the left at random. Inside, the room was spacious and, for a public washroom, clean and. “What a cute little car,” she enthused. “My baby sister’s got one just like it. They do the job, don’t they.”“Yes,” I agreed, carefully avoiding mentioning that Claire’s own car, parked outside her apartment, was twice the size of my little box on wheels.We enjoyed the Bourne film, sharing a large bucket of popcorn. I didn’t feel it was appropriate to take any liberties and Claire didn’t make any advances either. Then we went to a restaurant for dinner. Not a plush place requiring advance. He continued to do this with each nipple alternating left then right. I moaned and almost immediately came again, but somehow held on. I wanted to savor this as long as I could! Bill then slid his huge hand down my side and finally under my skirt to my firm ass and wrapped my cheek in his grasp, his fingers searching out my wet cunt from behind. He the shifted his hand to my thigh and then to my wet crotch and slid a huge finger in and out of my wet pussy and began massaging my swollen clit. We shouldn't have to spend much time on food prep - which will leave time for other things." With this she gave an exaggerated evil look at the pledges.The other door led into a smaller hallway off of which were a couple of smaller sitting rooms and a staircase. The stairs went both up and down and the group decided to look upstairs first. They found the second floor to be all bedrooms decorated in the medieval style, but with modern bathrooms. The only 'unusual' thing about the rooms was the.