“This will take your mind off any guilt or reservations you might have.” It had been years since I’d smoked grass but I knew he was right. He sp...arked it up and after a minute passed it over. I took it willingly and within a matter of minutes I did feel relaxed but I was also feeling decidedly wanton. I was also becoming uncomfortable sitting like a prudish girl and wanted to cross my legs. So I did, but not without giving Philip a good look at my panties in the process. From then on he couldn’t. She moved up and down my shaft. It didn't take long and I came all over face and chest. Stephanie looked up at me slightly annoyed. She scooped up my cum with her fingers and put them in her mouth and smiled. "Tell me when you are going to cum I want to taste you in my mouth"She stood up and pulled her leggings down to her knees. She was about to turn and bend over when I picked her and sat her on the bench. I took a big mouthful of it in my mouth my tongue teasing the big hard nipple. The head. I wiggled her tits a bit for the group across the aisle and pulled up her skirt with the other hand so we could all see her finger fucking herself as she watched the guys across the aisle. A few of them had cum already and moved elsewhere in the theater as another moved into better viewing position. I felt her shake and heard the sound of liquid hitting the floor below her. I pulled top back down and several guys got up and left.I ask her if her seat was wet and she said yes and ask if we could. White pointed and the long haired guy wearing a gray t-shirt with the words ‘Life Sucks!’ on it asked, ‘What do I hafta do?’ The man up front looked at him for a full ten seconds before he answered. ‘You don’t hafta do anything. We are all volunteers here. We get to do things to have the kids and adults that come to the Haunted House have a great time. I don’t get paid. You don’t get paid. And, since you brought it up, let me explain something else to you. When I ask you to do something it is.