How can I be doing this? Jill's mind, temporarily cleared of all protective illusions, cried out. How can I lie here masturbating in front of these pe...ple--how can I? Yet inconceivable as it was, she knew that she would continue this depraved act--and that she would even enjoy it! The very obscenity of the situation excited her even more, and she knew she was heading for that powerful orgasm she'd so long awaited.I'm perverted! I'm doing the worst thing I could possibly do! she told herself,. Shesquealed in a different tone now; the lash bit home yet again as shetrembled all over in sweet ecstasy and complete submission, hot cumsquirted lavishly up her belly and the luxurious feel of the leatherpole. Though she had already cum twice before, her orgasm in the face ofan audience of wickedness was as though she had not cum for a month; shesquirmed in heavenly submission and felt the last lashes as she messedlike never before, and watched to her side as those males who had managedto. She looked at me like I was crazy, “Hell no, I don’t have a boyfriend!” I was surprised by her reaction. “Well, damn, I thought that was a perfectly valid question!” I exclaimed. “I’m into chicks!” she said as if I should have known. “You’re a lesbian?” I asked surprisingly “Yes, you didn’t pick up on that? I’m not exactly Holly Homemaker, you know.” I said as a matter of fact, “I know that you are not exactly a girlie-girl, but you’re not exactly Butch, either. Holy Shit!” I was so not. What really took my attention was an inch of white plain slip hanging down at the back. As usual she waved and clearly wanted to talk. She was having trouble getting the key to turn in the lock. Always being willing to help I volunteered to get some oil and help her to get the door open.This of course gave me and opportunity to had a more extended view of Pat's showing slip.With the garage door now freed I went back to our house and assumed that the joy of the day was over.Just after lunch I.