"He called you out on that one, girl!"Chloe shot us a saucy smirk, arched her back and thrust those babies out even further, straining the fabric that... much more. "This is what they look like when they're actually on display," she added smugly.Jill clapped her hands in delight while I struggled to keep my sip of beer swallowing in the right direction, instead of shooting out my nose."What's the matter," Chloe asked me all innocent-eyed, "cat got your tongue?" Sounds more like he has some stray. Your hand moves down and undoes my pants, slipping past my soaked panties and your stick 2 fingers deep into my steaming honey pot. You make an a****l noise in the back of your throat and growl at me, “You dirty fucking slut, look how bad you need it.." All I can do is whimper in response and start undoing your belt. My pants have slid to my ankles and I'm humping your hand as I am biting your shoulder to keep from screaming.. You keep working my cunt with your fingers as your thumb plays. This overnight trip was under the auspices of Deacon Jackson. He had put together a nice camp of all the attendees he thought. Since he and the other deacons were married, they had to plan these trips carefully. Usually, their meetings were only for an afternoon. But, it was summer, so they could get away with a sleep away trip. The van turned down the unmarked lane. It finally came to a stop in front of double-wide four-bedroom manufactured home that sat in the middle of a secluded part of the. I figured his cock had to be hard as a rock by now, so he was just adjusting it for the rest of the show. My fingers worked slowly up and down my pussy slit, lingering a few seconds each time I reached my swollen tender clit. I was getting very close to cumming, but wanted to make sure that my little voyeur had a great view before I did. I stopped fingering myself just long enough to reach down and pull off my panties. I heard a gasp come from the bushes, but just acted as though I hadn’t. I.