When Mark focused entirely on the one word, 'begged', she knew that the whole truth was inevitable."Oh she played with my titties and I have never had...my nipples feel so hard, or throbbing," Jenn whispered while keeping her eyes tightly closed. She thought that not seeing Mark's face would allow her to tell all without grave, guilt feelings. "And she threatened to tell everyone if I didn't ask her to touch me down there," she said with her voice quivering and knew Mark would understand what she. "His eyes showed his guilt and pain, as well as a few tears. He was still reluctant to speak. Everyone else was keyed up to hear what was coming. His next few words were going to mean the realization of dreams for one and the end of hope for another.Suddenly Azalea reached across and pressed her fingers across his lips. "Stop, Darryl! Don't say a word. I need to speak first. This is not going to be easy for me, so I ask that no one speaks until I'm done. Please!"So intense was her plea that. I was becoming increasing annoyed at theitching on my chest, as it seemed to worsen over the past three hours.In frustration, I scratched it really hard hoping to get to the root ofthe problem. Instead, I felt a warm rush flood over my chest andshoulders and then a slight constriction around my upper body. Iglanced down and my eyes almost burst from my head.I stood and rushed to the bathroom. I felt a little awkward running asif my center of gravity was off somehow. Closing the door, I ripped. She glanced at Bill, sighed, and then turned around to head towards the kitchen.While the burgers were cooking, the waitress found many excuses to visit their table... she brought over some ketchup; she refilled Bill's water cup. She asked Bill if there was anything else he wanted."Just my burger," Bill answered.The waitress gave a giddy laugh, and headed back to the kitchen. She came back out with two plates. She practically threw one of the plates at Jake, but made a big production out of.