As she sat silently I observed her and my mind flashed back a few weeks I started to feel incredibly turned on and sure enough I started to get hard.S...eila turned her head and said “Were you there the other week” “Yes” “Really” “Yes you and my parents were having a real good time”, she blushed and mumbled “You won’t tell Ian will you” (her husband) and I replied “I’ll try not to let it slip” and I smiled. A couple more minutes passed and I leaned over her and touched her breast.She didn’t move. My pussy ached and throbbed and my knickers were feeling decidedly moist.Angela’s head rested on my shoulder her hot, almost feverish breath warmed my neck.“Annie…”She panted.“Yes?”“We have company.”I pulled back and realised she was staring at something behind me. Nervously I turned my head. Standing in the clearing, was a young man, well more of a boy. At a guess 16 or 17.He seemed mesmerised by the spectacle.“Oh God, sorry”. He blushed, “I didn’t mean to…”“Shit, Angela!” I gasped.I glanced. Her eyes lingered on him for a few moments while she most likely dreamed of running away with him. She shook herself into reality again and found a clip board and started talking to some of the other people on the protest, making notes.Despite there being a few hundred of us, I knew that they would interview me. I'd planned what to wear, that to look like and where to sit to make sure the director and Ken would notice me. The director and the coffee woman both came over to talk to me, asking me. We got back into our grubbies after dinner and were ready when Bob came over around six. He got us all in the dining room and we started."You guys did great last night," he said. "The prep work is almost always the hardest, dirtiest and takes the longest, but you all did very well. Ana, a couple of your patches are just perfect, I can't see any hills or valleys in them -- hills and valleys are for women's bodies, not walls -- they'll paint over just right." Jaysus, bring on the blarney again!"I.