Jennifer lay back down, and now the pace picked. She kept up her pattern of before, massaging her breasts, blowing across her nipples, running her han...s across her stomach. Now she added some movements that were really starting to get to me. She was caressing her hips and grabbing her bottom while rocking her hips and then returning to her breasts. Each time her hands went lower, and her legs would part a fraction of an inch, showing me what was below that neatly trimmed little bush of. It was Sunday though- how crazy could it get? That's when I saw her. Her long blonde hair was gently curled instead of in a messy braid on her shoulder and she had on a tight black dress. She was hammered. Not what I expected. But there was more, she'd been crying. Her blue eyes were green and her water proof makeup wasn't hiding anything. I should go say something... but what? I couldn't think of anything so I just watched her at the bar by herself. Guys came up to offer her drinks and she. She looked confused for a second and then she asked, Are you through already? I felt terrible as I caught out of the corner of my eye a little bit of cum seeping out of her hole and falling to the blanket. I didnt&hellip,I mean you finished&hellip,I ah&hellip, she stammered. Little Bit, I said taking her into my arms, Im so sorry to leave you like that. I surely didnt intend to cum so fast. I just couldnt control myself, I offered in my defense. Im really sorry. She cuddled up into my arms as. Peter, James and I all held our breath as we watched Charlene on the tiny screen of Peter's phone. I looked silently at James and Peter, then suggested, loud enough for Charlene to hear, "You might be more comfortable if you just took it off." While my suggestion was initially met by silence, Charlene did eventually ask, "You don't think he'll figure out I know he's watching?" Interesting - she wasn't concerned that my friends or Harold might see her naked, only that Harold might guess that.