Bil put a hand on the lilac panties, stretched out the elastic waistband and sampled it between his fingertips. Then, with a surge of s****l desire, he slid a hand down the slick front of the panties, and felt the soft young vulva under that silky layer.
What he felt was so squeezable, so utterly carressable, soft and yielding to his manualizing hand that he was drawn closer, to stand just inches from the girl’s brassiered chest, his working fingers still manipulating her s*x through the panties, all the while looking into her pretty, but blank, face.
P.C. Bil was getting excited, but he caught himself when he looked over and saw his audience of suspects watching the two counselors with rapt attention. They should have put them all under; one never knew when some s****l harassment charge
