Annie stared at her crotch, lost for words. She wanted what was in them.“Oh! I’m sorry, I promised you this pair.”Katie whipped them off. “Don...’t worry they’re not wet yet!"She wouldn’t have cared if they were.Annie later confessed to me that while wearing the borrowed panties all day, she became aware of just how aroused her ‘tweetie pie’ could get. She couldn’t wait to get home to do something about it.As soon as she got through the door she rushed upstairs to her room, avoiding the usual. She was wearing a short black dress, her slim legs encased and caressed by hosiery, the single sexiest thing I can imagine a woman wearing. Can she be real if she is always wearing clothes from my deepest fantasies? I walked down the aisle toward the mirror reflection of this perfect woman. She was, predictably, gone by the time I got there. I turned and searched and finally saw her in the rounded dish of the security mirror, hung in the corner of the ceiling. She was next to the door of the. In the process, he held my breasts and I caught his dick. Doing that he moved his hands on my thighs and pulled my shorts a bit down, quickly went underwater and pinched my panty along with my pussy. I quickly pulled it back up.Next, he moved his hands inside my tee and cupped my breasts. He guided my hands to his cock and made me feel it. It was so hard and I was so wet. We didn’t realize how soon the time passed. The other team members were in other play areas. So we decided to go back to the. The way my nipples had gone stiff and everything. I kissed Gemma on the cheek as we parted to go to our separate tutorials. I agreed to meet her by the canal on the Saturday. My mind was a blur for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t think about anything but Gemma. I can’t even remember what the subject was, English probably. I learned nothing that afternoon. Not academically at least. I was first to arrive at our agreed spot. It was underneath a bridge, which led to a small industrial.