<div class="floatright">(http://www.showbiz.cz/files/profiles/77b8b5246ca00fbcda6b94616cb624631312378044.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Pool<br/><strong>With:</strong>Dillon<br/><br/>Leda had to up her game, to beat his guy in their little battle she would have to go to the next level. Leda hooked her thumbs into either side of her french-panties, she was just about to slip them of when she felt the need to slow it down a little, she didn't want to blow her whole arsenal in one afternoon.<br/><br/>Leda needed to be creative, she wanted to leave him wanting without having to give to much. Giving to much would be almost as bad as losing, she kept her thumbs in the waistband as she circled him like a shark around it's prey.<br/><br/>Thinking back to when she had read his bio page on the website, Lena thought about what he might have given away? Was their any information he had shared that she could use to her advantage?<br/><br/>She kept thinking but nothing was working, as much as she tried to fight it, Leda was feeling the pressure. It looked like she would be going with plan B.<br/><br/>Leda floated towards the side of the pool, on her way however she pull her panties half way down her thighs. She reached the side of the pool and grabbed the envelope full of keys as she pulled her short, curvy frame out of the water. Her panties slide down her wet, slippery legs as she exited the pool. Making sure to keep her legs straight to avoid a beaver shot, Leda kick her soaked panties off into the water without turning round and swayed her hips as she sauntered nonchalantly back inside, closing the door with her foot (again without turning round).<br/><br/>Luckily for Leda who's pulse was no raging, her room was the first on the right from the yard door. She hurried to let herself in, desperate not to be seen by any of the other housemates and labelled a slut from the outset.