" Of course. I'm going to get the camera from her, too. There's no way I can let her keep it." Right," agreed Casey. "And anyway... if she has made co...ies, does it really matter? I mean, think about it: all we have to do is claim bad judgment if she goes to the board. I'll take responsibility, and tell them I stopped by to invite my girl to dinner, and couldn't stop myself from taking her right there. It's mostly true anyway, so who's going to know the difference? Lacey can tell them. Coincidentally, she also rubbed my erection. She wasn’t trying to dry me off though, and only after I heard myself moan did I realize what she was really doing.Jordan never said a word. She stood to the side, leaning back against her car and watched Danielle’s ministrations to my bulge. Her smile had softened considerably and I was sure the look on her face was wistful. She wanted to be the one rubbing my erection and possibly doing a lot more.Danielle glanced around the part of the parking lot. It was like I was ten seconds behind, stumbling to catch up. Five minutes ago I was watching strangers fuck. Now my oldest friend had all but promised me we’d be fucking pretty soon, cheating on my admittedly absent boyfriend, and instead of stopping him, I was getting wetter at the thought of it.“Let me guess.” Mal’s voice broke through my inner turmoil. “It’s early yet, so I’m going for her either fucking one of them, or a spit roast.”Okay, we were actually having this conversation.“Spit. .. pinch you instead."I yelp as he does just that, the sharp pain making me flinch and gasp. "Oww!" Oh you like it, confess it." He laughs, pinching again before moving his finger to my asshole once more. "Tell me, have you ever been ass fucked before." You shit! I'll kill you if you dare!" I'll take that as a no then." His finger presses a little on my entry, pushing in. "I better stretch this out then... or you might get hurt, and we wouldn't want that, would we Miss Tiller?"His finger... oh.