The club was advertising an amateur night thenext day. Stacy was always too afraid to try that locally, here the alcohol washed away all her inhibitio...s. All I could think about was watching my sweet little 5'2" white girl showing everything she had to all these horny Jersey boys. That day Stacy went shopping and bought the sluttiest outfit I'd ever seen her in. Garterbelt, black and red thong, lace, just the works. I just couldn't help but fuck her before we left the hotel. At the club the. I tried to sit up and pull my clothes back up, but she was just too quick.Before I could get my back an inch off the bed, her left hand was pressing on my chest and her mouth wasaround my prick. There were too many sensations and her hair was everywhere tickling me. Her tears drops would give me cold shocks ever time she would breath through her nose. But then she started moving her head up and down, my eyes shut tight and I started shaking. She just kept going though, like everything was. But she doesn’t stop at the tree, she keeps going. She thinks of running away right here and now, but where would she go? Knowing her luck, her father and the other two men would have her tracked down before nightfall. Subconsciously her mind takes over, guiding her through the pasture to the one place she is sure to find solace: the pond.She is so overcome by the emotional drain of what just happened that she collapses on the ground, right at the water’s edge. She lies there for she doesn’t. And this is obvious to anyone who has basic reading skills, as the Constitution expressly says it!”“The Ninth Amendment?”“Exactly. The courts have largely ignored it, but like the First, it is unequivocal - The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.”“Fundamentally, that’s a philosophical statement,” Deborah objected.“Exactly! And it says that all those ‘common law’ rights we had and have didn’t disappear.