“I love you, Claudette.”She smiled back at me. “I love you, Eric.”I said, “Claudette, it’s going to take some effort starting tomorrow but...you’re worth it to me. I hope I am worth the trouble to you.”“You are, Eric. Let’s go inside.”I smiled at her, exited the car, and went around to hand her out. We went inside to a young adults’ class and sat through an interesting lesson. Between Sunday school’s ending and the beginning of church, we met her parents, all four of us walking into the sanctuary. Consequently I was in the envious position of receiving a somewhat unfettered view similar to that I had enjoyed earlier in the rear of my car. This longer view allowed me to better take in the detail of what was on display, a delicate triangular filigree of white lace, tapered to a thong back that neatly spliced Jays ass cheeks and disappeared beneath her bottom. Without a formal gusset, her teenage pussy was open to my view almost as if there was nothing there at all, her lips still slightly. Why couldn't he have kept spanking her? She didn't want anybody to know how much she enjoyed the spanking, but she was so close to an orgasm that her body felt like it was on fire.She bit her lip to stay focused, and she stood up and fixed her dress, covering her bare ass, feeling the shame of everyone staring at her as her tears of humiliation coursed down her cheeks. She had to do something, so she stamped her foot and spluttered something about "Go to hell, Brad," and then flounced out of. I will say this: the guy had it coming. I didn’t just do a drive by on a random person, although I was present for some of these. This is about something totally different. It is about something that I learned that would change me forever, even though I didn’t realize it at the time. I just told about the initiation to let it be known that I had previously killed one person, so I wasn’t a virgin at it. I wasn’t a murder machine, but the act wasn’t a stranger, and I still slept good at night..