She couldn’t stop it. She oozed and oozed and white secreting fluids poured out from her vagina. As it happened I couldn’t control the moaning eit...er. It was wild and an unusual situation. I watched with delight but never once showed any sign that I delighted in her experience. To her it was enjoyable but worrisome and uncomfortable seeing as she was at work or elsewhere and it would occur at the most inopportune times. Immediately I discovered her problem. Almost at once it dawned on me why. In truth, I would have followed that preacher’s wife ass of hers anywhere she wanted to lead me! Walking behind her going up the stairs from the basement had allowed me to see just how unflattering the clothing she wore really was! Her legs were perfectly proportioned and at their tops, rounded into nice hips and an ass that bore testimony to lots of time spent leading women’s groups in aerobics at the church!! The tan lines were distinct and made the transition from her legs to her ass all. Hack Saw spun me back around. "I see you saw what we are playing for. She is something else. She goes tothe team that finishes first, with a shit load of cash. We need the cash andwe want the girl, so listen up good," Hack Saw said, and so far he was rightabout me not believing my ears. "Here goes...like I said it a contest and Alicehas specifically chosen you to represent us, because it has to be someone outsideof the gang." ("Why would Alice choose me?" I could only wonder, but didn't ask.). We have a problem." Problem?" I asked."Alan. Tina. I thought ya'll were married. Tina, you said you were seventeen. In Tennessee, the age of consent is eighteen. Alan, you know what that means."Tina's eyes widened. But we thought it was seventeen, Mister Brad." It is," he said, "in every state around us, even sixteen in some of 'em. But it's eighteen here in Tennessee." Dammit!" I paused. "Sorry, Brad. I'm an engineer. I know I lot of things about a lot of stuff. I guess it's the wrong stuff. I.