But my breathing was obvious. If he’d wake up, he’d probably think I have a stroke. But it was too late to stop. My pussy was teased enough and my...body wouldn’t listen to reason. I kept rubbing my pussy, fingering myself, then rubbing and fingering some more. My clit was hyper sensitive. And that’s when it went wrong. My body convulsed and then holding my breath, I squirted for the first time in my life, all over my covers, my sheets and my panties. As soon as I got the chance to take a breath. A walk I was not looking forward to, knowing parts of me would soon be exposed to the sultry summer heat. I had by now become accustomed to the mob mentality, the feeding frenzy, that never failed to materialize whenever I set foot in any adult theater but I could never quite compartmentalize those feelings that surfaced when I walked brazenly through the general public, in one of my slut outfits. That frightened me more than what might happen to me in shark infested waters.We napped, ate and. The girls had me stand and do a turn so they could see. They told me repeatedly they wanted pictures from the ball, “I will try, I don’t know what is allowed.”I went hunting for Gordon; it was soon time to leave. I found him in the cafeteria and I also found the rest of my group who were not asleep. My men were crude -I had to laugh - cat calls, wolf whistles and pictures. I asked Andy to take some pictures of Gordon and me and send them to the girls.Andy insisted that both Suburbans be taken. I lost track of who was who quickly. We sat in the living room and talked about everything and nothing until dinner was ready.Apart from the language, it could have been dinner at my house. Staying there was even more tempting.Midway through the meal, my phone rang. I checked the number and excused myself. "Sorry. It's my mother." I stepped out to the hallway. "Hi Mom." Ya'll couldn't be bothered t'call me." Sorry, Mom. It's been a hell of a day." What's wrong?" No dorm." What?" She shifted the.