.. if somehow, I was putting it off... on purpose? To force my hand!It was the day before Dave’s birthday and I decided it was the photos by Kevin o... nothing at all! So I called Kevin up and he told me not to worry and to come over and he'll start hooking up the lighting. I made up some lie for my boyfriend (as to where I had to go for a couple hours) and Dave told me to have fun and be safe and off I went to Kevin’s place. I have to admit, driving to Kevin's and lying to Dave made my panties. I closed my eyes and sent Del some of my energy for him to use. Time seemed to pass very slowly.Del finally dropped his hands and opened his eyes, as did I. "Des the infection has gotten into the blood, I'm not good enough to work with it. But her body is trying to burn it off. That's why she's so warm."An idea came to me. "Del what if we do what your mother did when you were sick? It would help her body burn off the infection by getting even hotter. Wouldn't it?" That's what I was thinking. I. Her head was right back, eyes closed, a smile on her face as I added a second finger and pushed the digits deeper inside her, feeling the increasing wetness of her. I knelt beside her, my knees hard up against the bench and rested my other hand on her taut stomach, bare in the gap between shorts and shirt. My right hand pushed deeper inside her, fingers circling and massaging; the other slid up her body, under her shirt ond on to her breasts, firm yet malleable, like ripe grapefruit. She gave. I was getting so wet and excited and then Mike bent me over one of the carts and told me to spread my legs wide and expose my ass and cunt to his friends. He invited them to come over and take a closer look at what they were being offered and one by one they walked over and fingered my ass and pussy. He told me that they had drawn numbers to establish the order in which they were going to fuck me and then he reminded the men of the rules: they could finger my pussy, but that was all. They could.