Molly waited till he turned his dumb-struck face away and walked off. She turned around to us, grinning like a Cheshire cat and said, “Wow! That fel...t so good!” laughing as she did. Before we left, having finished our beers, Molly said again how she couldn’t thank us enough. We assured her there was no need to and that it had been an amazing experience for us too. Brenda found her sarong and wrapped herself in it. Molly assured us she was going to enjoy the rest of the party, which would likely. She became my crew chief, responsible for the logistics of the operation but when the k**s began to arrive she used that as an excuse to cease her involvement in the sport. Then she met the accountant, about as far from me as possible. He was stable, with a steady job, and no interests that involved putting his life on the line, in other words, boring. Following my close encounter with the tree she decided to take the k**s and leave me for Mr Boring. I miss the k**s and, on the too few. As always, her voice is light and melodic, with just a hint of the steel I remember from our high school days; the days she led the cheerleading squad to the state championships – go Wildcats. “I’m not going to let him cum on my face tonight. I’m going to fuck him, and I want him to cum inside me.”“Please, honey!” The voice is whiney now, like a petulant child. “I want him to--”“I said, no.” Her fingers tighten on my shaft, drawing a less than pleased gasp from my chest. “I’m fucking him. I put on her underwear straight away as i entered my room and felt her wet panties soak into my pussy and my ass.I took off my bra and put on a slutty shirt she gave me that is baggy on that gave me a clear view of my boobs in the mirror as i stood there in these slutty cloths and see through wet panties.I went back to her room and put them back just in case she found out and maybe she might get wet in them again tonight.That night once we all went to bed, i waited until about 12 and i saw that.