Then he went further. He pulled my skirt up in back and wormed his hand between my legs, right up against my panties. Jesus, what is he doing? I could...hardly slap him or remove his hand without being noticed. I couldn't even just walk away because my skirt was up so far in back. No one could see my predicament except Stan on my left, Ken on my right, and Tommy standing right in front of me. He couldn't see exactly where Stan's hand was, but is was clear it was under my skirt and on my butt.To. As I approached Picket Post the endless cups of tea had finally caught up with me and I was dying to go for a pee. I turned off onto the Burley road and drove a short way passing the first car park as it is exposed and turning into the more secluded one slightly down the road. I expected the car park to be empty but instead there were 3 cars parked in it. Not deterred I parked and got out. From the far end I heard an ecstatic female groan and as I peered I could see 3 bodies writhing in. Jean was small, perky tits, her hair wrapped into a bun at the top of her head. She'd been a cheerleader and valedictorian in high school. She'd almost gotten into Harvard but had to settle for Brown. She was smart but not smart enough to go into anything usefull like law or medicine. She was an English student and, even with a Harvard degree, had to work for her grad school. But she borught her study to work with her--quiet, attentive, rigid--she did everything by the books. A perfect. I pretended to be concerned with Tammie, watching as she continued to fight the pain of each contraction.Then came the time to push. I took my time making sure Tammie had a good focal point, and I encouraged her through the pain, as she pushed her daughter out of her womb and into the world.I was prepared for humiliation beyond anything that I had ever felt in my life, when the nurse said, “Now that is the prettiest little girl I have seen in years.”I still refused to look at the child.Tammie.