Luckily, I'd had some shuteye on the plane from Chicago.I slipped out of bed just before six that morning and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt... I closed the door behind me as I headed for the galley and started the morning coffee. I looked at the calendar. It was Thursday, July 7. I had missed another July 4th while I was out of the country. I looked out the window in front and saw another cloudless day. It would be hot up here on the bluffs.Hurley and I lived on opposite ends of a. I had stopped wearing panties except for when my mom was around so I didnt get in trouble. He had given me an assignment and I was sitting in a desk in front of him. I kept slouching in my chair, opening my legs so he could get perfect view of my pussy. I noticed him staring but he didnt say anything for awhile but finally I reached down and rubbed my clit. He asked me, Why dont you have panties on? I just told him, I am always horny and they just get in the way. He couldnt believe that I was. And it went on and on. In seconds I was a captive of his tongue, and a worshipper, too. And he kept pressing me higher and higher, that's the only way to describe it.I don't know what it was like when my mother was a teenager, but every girl my age had touched herself down there, and most of us had figured out a way to get off. Some used a pillow, and others their fingers, but the most popular thing at my school was the handle of a hairbrush. There's a reason teenage girls buy smooth,. To beg for her forgiveness. I knew better than to speak now.That was when we heard it: In the booth to my right, the sound of a door closing. Then moments later, a cock was pushed through the hole. Only medium sized, and a bit dirty looking. Stacey stared at it for a few seconds, her hands still working at her sex, tears still running down her face. Then she smiled. But her smile was the smile of the damned. She crossed the few steps to the hole and knelt down like she was about to receive Holy.