Charlie was holding Mr. Magic, and a bulge was appearing in his jeans—a bulge I so wanted to see. "Charlie, why are you holding that?" I asked. "The same reason you hold it..." he replied. I could feel my black lace panties, that I had worn for this very moment, dripping with my wetness. I was dripping for the man in front of me—the very man that was hard for me. I didn't know what to do. I mean, I did know what I wanted...