I told him I couldn't do it out here. He asked why not? "It's a dirt road"? I told him I couldn't do it in front of his friends. To this he just laugh...d and said You started it by grabbing me and continued to undo his fly. I said again that I couldn't. He zipped his fly and said "Ok. I'll call you maybe next week sometime. Maybe." I couldn't believe it but I yelled OK! to him. I wanted his cock so fucking bad right now. What was it going to hurt if his friends watched him get a blow job from. ”She just barely heard His voice as she continue to spasm in ecstasy. The sting from the slap had traveled right to her clit and she instinctively began rubbing while squeezing the bulb again. Her back arched as every muscle in her body tightened again as she orgasmed from the stretching.She was slowly teased down out of the misty place her orgasms had taken her as she realized her ass cheeks heating up and the distant sounds of slaps. She squeezed on the inflatable toy in her ass and gyrated. "Beth is the underdog. Larry took in almost two hundred dollars during break. Mr. Tucker says the winner can have a hundred dollars of the money. The rest will go toward getting some things we need for the school." What if he doesn't choose any of them?" I asked.George grinned. "There's a spot for that, too. It's fourth in the running."By the end of the week, everyone in town, and in the community, had placed a wager. There hadn't been this much excitement since two years ago when Faye-Ann. ‘The side effects should only last for a few more hours, it was the only way we could stitch you up without really hurting you.’ Jill wondered once again. What did Julia do to her? Who was Julia? Why did she have that dream of Abigail? Jill eventually got home and her mother gave her a hug with an apology. Jill looked in the mirrior and looked at the stitches. She didn’t look that bad but she would have a couple of minor scars. 2 Years Later… Jillian still couldn’t get that dream out of her.