He pointed over to the guys and said she was over there.I looked down at the floor as my foot stuck to it. On the ground were loads of semen and a to...n and tattered pair of jean shorts. The jean shorts looked like they had been torn about 20 times in all directions. The shorts were wet from cum and smelled like beer. The buttons up the front were all popped or torn off except for one of them. I recognized them as Erin’s. Obviously, from the condition of them, it was clear she had them. Walking along the pavement, head down and hands in pockets, I thoughtand thought and thought, the sight of my poor mother this morning. Whathad I done to my poor mother? She so didn't deserve this! Could I stopthis for her sake? I suppose I had to. One thing was for sure, I knewI was going to be watched like a hawk from now on which would make anychances or experimentation extremely difficult and with that in mind,did I really want to have that atmosphere at home? Did I want to put. I did not like it butagreed, I did not think we would be seeing each other again because I wasgoing home the next afternoon.The next day I wore the dress Mary Beth loaned me. It was so feminine,the kind Donna would never wear because wearing a dress for was aneveryday thing, but for me, I welcomed such a pretty, fancy dress.It was aqua, with short puffy sleeves and rows of lace up and down thebodice to my waist; the skirt came to my knees in three tiers of rufflesedged with lace and it had some. “I have an idea, I say,” looking around at the group. Their wager doesn’t cost us anything, so I know all they want is a peek at me. I whisper my idea to Skylar, then he smirks and nods.“We have a counter wager,” Skylar announces. “Instead of ten dollars a round, you give us fifty, and we will change cleavage to nipple.The group, including Andy, all look around at each other. I wonder if Andy put money in, and if so, how much. Would he pay for a chance to see my skin? The group discussion.