She turned to look at me sitting there with her panties in my hand and she cracked up laughing. "I hope you're happy now Mr. Smarty-pants," she said.... We both laughed and she went back on the dance floor. The song she was dancing to was a fast one and she spun around several more times. From where I was sitting, even though it was dark in the dance area, I could catch glimpses of her pussy as she spun around. I knew other guys could see the same thing. I especially knew this because I saw. Some of them looked as if they wanted to shake me. I was quite baffled by it all. According to every scripture I read and every sermon I had listened to (listened intently, I might add) god lies in a person’s heart, and when the time is right the person will be able to accept him into his heart and be ‘saved’. Yet the elders — oldheads we called them — seemed to be preoccupied with me being ‘saved’ as soon as possible, as if there was an expiration date on my salvation. That element of fakery. I slipped into the bathroom to fix my face and brush my hair. I couldn't believe what I had done and had no idea what would come next. I applied a fresh coat of lipstick and it was then that I could fully see how transparent my blouse was. I felt so dirty and slutty and glorious. With the door wide open, I stuck out my tongue in a lewd gesture and reached up with both hands to pinch and pull on my sore nipples. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my clit contract and pulse in a mini orgasm.. “I am studying and memorizing every hair, every fold, every flap and every bit of color in your pussy, Sweta” he replied. He ran his finger through my pussy slit, playing with my clitoris. “Oh, your clitoris loves it when I do this, Sweta,” he said as he scratched over my clitoris with one finger and then two fingers. “It is swelling up and reddening when I do that,” he added.His finger went further down and found my vaginal opening and pushed it deep inside me. I felt my world explode in.