She trashed fighting the best she could against the invading prick behind her. ? Ride her, cowboy!? She heard. It was followed by the another guy addi...ng, I bet he can’t last the eight seconds!? The room was filled with cheers and roars of encouragement. She remembered the video being made of her. Her thoughts ran through her mind, What I must look like. Here I am in the center of a room full of guys getting fucked. Are the guys stroking cocks getting ready for me? How do I look?? How do I look?. When my phone rang and it was my boyfriend, I could not help but think thank god I am going to have a shoulder during the night service. Little did I know I would have so much more than just his shoulder to cry on. After dinner, we all headed back for the night service. On the short ride back, I tried to prepare myself. When we got back, I sat down on couches along one wall of the room. My boyfriend sat down on one side of me and my mother sat down on the other. There was this piano concerto. I reached my hand out and laid it betweenher legs on her pussy… letting my fingers fall between and open herlips.She shuddered as my finger found her clit and moved around it inlittle circles. I dropped my hand lower on her pussy and my fingervery easily slid into her honey pot. Working my finger in and outand around the opening, I let my thumb continue to rub over herswollen clit. She was arching her back up against my penetratingfingers and my rubbing thumb.Feeling her pussy getting hotter. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy seeing you like that.’ ‘I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, either,’ Jill added. Her facial expression, colored by the traffic signal, was still apparent. We were now walking down the alley between the theater and the store next door. I stopped and pulled her to face me. ‘I’ve thought about you every time we were changing up there, alone.’ Jill just smiled. I took a deep breath as I decided to go with the urge. ‘Jill, are you seeing anyone right now?’.