The scratches have all but healed.I still don't know what – if anything – happened that night. Somehow I'd made it back before daybreak after stir...ing, naked and prone on the ground, juices from my incredible orgasm sticky between my thighs. A handful of leaves and twigs were scrunched in my palms, and Zara's photograph untouched to one side.Without much control over my body I'd stumbled to the tree line, retrieved my clothes and woke slightly before midday, still clothed on the bed, a. I looked around the table, all the girls were in some sort of drunken limbo, a few of the married ones revisiting their youth, having fun with some boys, by perfecting their MILF image, sticking womanly tongues down their throats and letting them feel their wet cunts.Poor Janice, sitting alongside me, has completely passed-out. I naughtily reach across and undo a couple of buttons, high on her blouse, there now, her young bosoms are more visible, bulbous and firm, I laugh at my drunken. " She made to get up but Mack held her in place.He looked her in the eye. He said, "I listened to you. Now, it's my turn. Again, when did you become a Christian?" I was with my foster parent. It was after the court trial of my parents. Anna, my caseworker, suggested that I change my name. My foster mother allowed me to use her last name and helped me pick a new first name. She had cancer while I was in college and died."Mack said, "Did you confess your sins at the time you became a Christian?". The wide expanse of chest and tummy was very hot, she thought.She loved the look of her cutoffs, that showed off her ass, but since she would be sitting in front of George for a shoe fitting, she decided to wear a stretchy, black lycra mini skirt, that reached only a few inches past her butt, but could easily be pulled up if she wanted to show more of her sexy legs, especially sitting down. Under the skirt, she put on a pair of pink string bikini panties, that covered her pussy with a sheer.