Frotting Between My Tresses Before I Take You Deep And Ride To A Climax In My Hair

Oh! She reeled slightly as she did so and reached behind her to steady herself on the table.  
Peter’s eyes had snapped wide open as she stood.  “What…what’s wrong?”
What indeed?  Why had she stood up?  She wasn’t sure.  The wine had befuddled her.  
But it didn’t matter; in fact she liked it.  She felt as though she could do anything she wanted to tonight: she was the Goddess of Sex.  Even if she was having a little trouble staying upright.  
“Oh Peter, I’m so sorry.  But I’m ‘fraid…afraid I’ve been a very bad l’il girl.  Look…” 
And with that she pushed her dress down as far as it would go, until it draped over his thighs.  Then she leaned back against the table and said, “See?  Bad little girl.  I’ve wet…wet my panties again…right here, see?”  
She used her forefinger to touch the moist area between her legs.  “All wet…right here.”  
She started to trace the outline of the wet spot and then got distracted by how nice it felt and added the rest of her fingers.