She called me over and handed me the bowl. Of course that got me close enough for a better look and so that I could smell her pussy. It was slightly s...ronger than Colleen’s had smelled. She got down, put her stepstool away, and started putting her stew in the bowl. Meanwhile Colleen rubbed my crotch with her hand and smiled knowing that her mother had turned me on. I sat down but her mother asked me to carry the bowl to the table. Then she too noticed my condition.About then Colleen’s father. Stumbling over a black woman straddling a white guy, we both teetered the last few steps to the veranda and through to the cool night air. I stopped and pulled Joel close, hugging him as I tried to compose myself. He clasped me tightly, more warmly than I could ever remember. Perhaps it was the fear. A hand slid across my shoulder. I jumped, turning to see Carol's face inches from mine. I felt the merciful rush of relief that my friend had found me and we were no longer alone in the crowd. I. Yes, that was the right term for it. One fuck after another with little time to recover between them. Wyche's ointment certainly worked and I'd had more orgasms in one evening than I had ever thought possible but now I was paying the price. Oh God, was my cunt sore. I wanted to rub it but it was too tender even for that even with the copious amounts of cream I'd applied. Roger looked really disgusted with me when he watched and almost smirked when I winced each time I touched my clit. Even. "Gee, I wonder where my Mom is? She said that she would meet me."As she was looking for her Mom, Jenna's cellphone rang. Jenna turned it on and put the phone up to her ear. "Hello ... hi, Mom ... yes, the game is over ... yes, it was a good game ... I got a goal ... thanks, Mom. It was a lot of fun today ... no, Amanda's mother is out of town today ... just about everybody is gone. I don't know anyone here who could give us a ride home ... just a minute, Mom," said Jenna. Speaking to Ken and.