Well honestly I didn't want to fuck her at all, but she still made me feel bad for her. As the crowd thinned out I said lets have one more drink knowi...g we'd be the last of our group to leave. It worked out perfectly. The parking lot was long and the end of it where we parked was not well lit and completely empty and I knew she was horny. We joked walking to our cars, hers was furthest away so I said I would walk her there as it was dark. She joked that someone could take advantage of her if. That got moms attention, and mine!. Mom was saying What? and Lizzy said its a deal then. I stopped walking, mom stopped moving. Mom said "what deal, there's no deal" Lizzy started up again a little louder so I could hear and Michelle was pushing me up the stairs. Lizzy said, here's the deal, we get you to get him off and that leads to the next step. Mom said "get him off? that's the same thing!!" Lizzy continued, the next step doesn't even necessarily mean "the whole thing" just the next step.. ” They both saw the brown skinned Mexican with his face buried between Jennifer’s legs, and immediately knew why she had reacted the way she just did. It didn’t take long for Jennifer to start moaning, as Juan went to work on her in earnest. He had found her slit and was moving up and down as his tongue wiggled from side to side. Jennifer had already started leaking juices from the blow jobs she had given; now she was flowing. Juan moved his hands between her legs and pushed them farther. Bits of meat, the late jackalope creatures undoubtedly, were obvious from their stringy texture. Lumps of a starchy tuber and chunks of a slightly fibrous material that I took for a root vegetable composed the bulk of the stew. The bread wasn’t as flavorful as the loaves we’d had for lunch, but it was good for mopping up the remaining juice. Interestingly Kamita and her posse were served last. I considered the ramifications as I ate. Was it a show of a small kindness, or a pragmatic custom..