But who the hell could I get to take to the Ball at this late stage?Sophie and Jennifer from my dance class were outside possibilities. I was pretty s...ure that my mother or Mrs Jones would have already invited them, and Sophie in particular had occasionally requested me as her dance partner in school. If I made it really clear that it was only about the dancing, and that there was no implication she would have to go out with me, maybe I could talk her into appearing on my arm. Then I recalled. I set down and hold the leg and as I watched up I saw her white panty and her beautiful milky thighs and my dick were increasing with full speed. As the stool got a bit imbalance she smiled at me and told to hold it properly. I replied her with smile. Suddenly she fell down from the stool and I tried to hold her but in doing so I also fell down with her. During this whole process her breasts touched me so many times and once in holding her I placed my hand on her panty also. When we both fell. . but we can touch ourselves if you want." "God Erika," he breathed, "of course I want to." I smiled. He was recovering his hard-on nicely and his left hand went back to it. "I was watching your cock," I told him. "I love it, it is just gorgeous." He hardened even more and started pumping slowly. I ran my left hand down myself to my bikini bottoms. His eyes were glued to me. I decided to do what we girls practised together in front of the mirror. I swivelled round and bent over so he was. On the uphill, she was certainly a goner.The souped up Jeep would have easily blown past the smaller, lighter Porsche on the uphill, even if the motor were working perfectly. Hell, she thought, that monster could probably pass me going uphill while towing a trailer.To make matters worse, Liv caught a whiff of gasoline every time she turned. One of the rounds must have pierced the gas tank under the back seat. The fuel gauge was dropping steadily. She hoped there would be enough to make it to.