Since I was wearing jeans and one of Early's plaid shirts, it seemed quite innocent at the moment. However, I wasn't content to just unbutton two more... buttons on the shirt and posture so he could see down my top. When John reacted to the first two acting like he was physically restraining himself, I undid another, and then another.At that point John stood up and ripped his polo shirt off over his head, then posed before me, flexing his muscles and doing stud muffin imitations. Now he isn't a. I keep wishing he would go upstairs to the bathroom and to make sure he does, I help by bringing them a couple of large beers. During dinner, we're just sitting around the table and chatting. While Paul is telling a complicated joke, I can feel my wetness almost dripping from my pussy lips so I excuse myself and once in the bathroom I find my panties from earlier in the wash bin and use them to soak up the excess wetness from between my legs. Heading back to the table I feel even more excited. My hard-on, which up to this moment had merely been embarrassing, was becoming increasingly painfully. The only thing on my mind now was how to rid myself of it. I hoped that my new found friends might provide sufficient distraction with their boring banter, but to no avail. “Hello, everybody!” I heard Karen’s voice directly behind me. “I see that you’ve all met my date Billy.” “Hey, Karen! How are you? Sit down with us,” Someone at the table said cheerfully. The man who had been sitting on. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she didn't do as I told her, I would kill her and leave her body in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see tears spill down her cheeks and hear her whimpers. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the ground and ripped open her white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, firm tits and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face"Nobody can hear you out here Stacie. I'm going to rape.