A risk I endure but can never embrace-the "inadvertent" threat of exhibitionism. Constantly. What I'd give to get back to normal: flat shoes, conserva...ive pantsuit, and most of all some warm cotton panties. Just a day-one single day- where I didn't have to struggle with the ?secret? between my legs. Even a whisper of pubic hair, a single strand- just something less than bare down there. Less exposed. Less degraded. To feel like a free woman again, if only for a moment. Of not having to worry. ‘I know it might sound silly, but I thought maybe it would be good if we could say our prayers together like we did when you were little.’ Caleb couldn’t talk. He was at a loss for words. ‘I don’t think you need to get out of bed and kneel this time. You just stay there and lay down and try to relax. I will say the prayers tonight.’ She got down on her knees at the edge of the bed near Caleb’s face. She rested her breasts on the side of the bed like a shelf which made them lift out of her. Just then another couple came over so she moved her hand.As the night went on Carrie danced with several other guys and they were all taking liberties running their hand over and squeezing her ass. When they did she would rub her cunt up against their legs. I could tell she was getting hot to the point she just need a hard cock. I was dancing with Caries sister-in-law Laura and she was snuggled close and slid her hand between us to grab by cock. She said I had to feel this hard cock that's been. But she bides her time, seeing only the ones who voluntarily come into her makeshift office in a corner of the cafeteria.I smiled as I overheard one little girl tell another, “I thought Mindy was smart, but Rebecca is woke.”It was an eye-opener for Rebecca, seeing those girls. Mindy’s age and younger. Intellectually she knew they were around town. That poverty existed. But seeing these real-life girls, talking with them, hugging them ... well the contrast with her own daughter was brought home.