She felt a small sense of relief now that it was over, but that relief was accompanied by an unrivalled humiliation due to what she'd just done (and w...ere she'd done it). She didn't have long to ponder that humiliation, though, as the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to make it even worse.From within the bathroom, a young girl stepped out and stopped just short of the puddle Christy had made. She looked down at it and then back up at Christy's now soaked pants, a look of surprise on. "Kendra was drinking at the bar the first time I saw her. She was on Anton's side and I was slammed, so I don't know how long she was there. Monica wasn't around then."I was nervously picking off my nail polish when I saw thin, dark lines under my fingernails. My hands trembled as I checked under the rest of my nails. I used my thumbnail to clean them with a sob. Jules saw what I was doing and handed me a tissue.Deborah prompted me to continue, "Anton was the other bartender?" Yes." My heart. There were times when I almost forgot she was there, when I just lay under him, legs apart, him driving his cock into me, sending wonderful waves of pleasure all over me."Oh, I think I'm gonna cum, oh, OOH, OOH, OOH, OOH, UH, uh, uh, uh," as I bucked up and down, my body almost out of control as he slammed in and out of me."Good man, Greg, fuck her good. I'll bet you can make her cum again. Let her have it."My mom is cheering him on like this is some kind of a contest. Well, I mean, I am. I kissed her again, and within a few seconds we were French-kissing and fondling each other. I ran my hands down her sides, over her legs, and back up to her firm, round rump as I kissed her and heard her sigh with pleasure. Danielle asked me to wait, and then she got out of bed and slightly parted the window curtains so a soft luminescence from the moonlight shone through. She turned off the lights in the room, came back to the bed, then removed her panties and the T-shirt. Danielle lay back.