Oh you feel so good. Fuck me deep baby, oh yeah fuck me real good and deep baby! I have been dying for your big meat….just give it to me….stuff my...wet pussy with your big cock!” She responded. Our bodies were grinding and gyrating and her pussy was being completely filled by my dick. I leaned back, my big meat fully engorged in her cunt, I began to rock her to and fro. I looked down at her & said “do you want me to cum in your pussy? Do you want to feel my hot cum filling you? You want to feel. Even worse I was getting so wet I feared I might be staining my shorts. I also became aware that several of the boys had noticed my high beams and were giggling nervously. I glanced at Matt, but the way he turned and the expression on his face left me uncertain if he saw, but there was just enough of a smile on his face that my juices were starting to flow. I excused myself to the restroom. Once inside, I went to one of the stall and pulled down my shorts and panties. The panties were soaked,. .. this?” she said, incredulous.“I know it doesn’t sound very pleasant--”“Yeah? That’s because it isn’t. I hate the cold”, she said, whining.“Mandy--”“Don’t Mandy me. I’m not doing this”, she said. She was getting upset.“Amanda, then”, I said, looking straight at her. “I know it won’t be very nice in the moment, but you’ll feel good afterwards. Don’t be stubborn.”“Is it my choice?” she said.I pondered. Should it be her choice? Yes. It wasn’t an issue of principle or safety or anything like. She fit into the mature lifestyle like it was just for her and hid her youthful looks under a layered look that hid her beautiful breasts and her glorious backside that needed male attention constantly in order to bloom brightly with seductive magnetism.My first thought was filled with skepticism about her ability to blend into the crowd because she was so weirdly strange only a fool would buy her act. I guess Pastor Frank was a natural born one because he looked about as sincere as a fella can.