His fingers began to creep under the small panties, my body got excited as I helped with movements of my ass, for Peter to pull off the short shorts, ...eaving me to suck his fingers in my mouth. Neither of us spoke, our bodies with movements and gestures had one common language, the language of sensuous pleasure. For the first time my actions and those of the man who was with me were not unknown gestures, I knew only of my previous experience. I knew what I was doing and the pleasure that such. Well to be honest, most of them were really our friends — Carrie and mine — and almost all couples. And I do believe that most — if not all of them - would have taken Carrie's side anyway, she'd always been far more popular than I'd ever been. The group had really grown around her old classmates, and their respective guys.So after that night, I would have felt like a sort of the gooseberry being around them, and I should imagine I'd feel awkward or at least make the others feel unsettled.Mind. He allowed me to not wear my usual short skirt and top and dress warmer of course I knew he wouldn't allow me to stay that way...lol.We drove about 10 min away to the park and ride and he parked at the end next to a van with the motor running and under a street light. He leaned over and kissed me and told me to show him my pussy. I leaned back and opened my jeans pulled them to my knees and showed him my black lace panties. He rubbed my pussy and let his fingers glide over my clit and lips. ”“Yes, I know a lot of good things can be done with that money. I intend to do good things. I’m starting a foundation to care for pregnant teens who’ve been thrown out of their homes like I was.”“Yes, but could you, in good conscience, accept money from a whore who inherited it from heathen idol worshippers?”“But that’s exactly what we are, according to you. My grandparents were Catholic, and I remember you preaching from the pulpit that Catholics were heathen idol worshippers who would be.