So I stepped out of thebedroom into the kitchen. I see Angie who basically is only a littleoverweight, but just like the old me, not someone you would...look twiceat. She was already in mid-sentence " with people from my class to studyfor the calculus final so your on your own for" "Sunday Night Tivonight". Before I could even finish the thought what's Sunday night Tivonight . A Brooke thought came crashing into my thought process. Every Sunday night after we get back from our weekend trip to. Betty wasn't moving fast enough for Mr. Rushworth's taste. "Jennifer, would you please help Betty down here."Jennifer looked from Mr. Rushworth to Paul then back to Betty."Yes, Sir" Jennifer took Betty by her arm. With a gentle push, she was able to get Betty moving.Betty had finally gotten to the point where she was able to talk again. She turned her head toward Jennifer, who was still leading her toward the front. "Why are you taking me down there? I thought we were friends!"Jennifer felt. In the pause that followed it was as if he had planted the seed and was patiently awaiting its germination.Finally, he again persisted, “Garrick, Kenny will be joining us again in three days’ time. When he does you are welcome to join in. Don’t answer now but give it some thought. You don’t have to participate and if you simply want to watch, that will be cool. We’ll pull up a chair for you in the bedroom and you can observe the action. Trust me, we don’t mind being watched,” he concluded with. No lights were on in the guest rooms; no cars on the street, nothing going on at all. Here I was, in platform shoes and a mini dress, face made up, and a very wet g-string from being horny and tucked for hours. I locked the room and strolled around the parking lot, then across a grassy area to where the highway bordered the motel grounds. I walked along the guard rail and got a few thrills from passing truckers blowing their horns as I strutted along, feeling all the more sexy as a result..