Shame. I’d like to have seen her again. I might have responded differently a second time – might have moved closer, touched her… kissed her? And...then what? Would she have used her dextrous fingers on me, touched my pussy, stroked me, rubbed my sensitive little nub? Would she have made me come in the shadows, or lured me away to her hotel room to fuck me with abandon? I sizzled at the notion. Her, this place, it all turned me on.Drink drained, I started back toward the bar when the abrupt fading. ’ I said it all in a very matter-of-fact voice. The look on his face was priceless. ‘Holy cow! What happened? I mean … what happened?’ Jilly’s face showed the same reaction. It was the last thing they expected me to tell them. ‘Your mother called and said she wanted to make a clean breast of things. What had happened and why it had happened. She wanted to apologize to me and you for her behavior and try and explain why it happened.’ ‘And?’ Tommy and Jilly said, almost in unison. ‘She did. It. “Ahhhhh”. She cried out as the object entered her butt hole roughly.“Glad to see you’re awake Ms Goody Shoes,” she heard Mandy say from above. “Thought you might want something to write with later so I found your black marker. Hope you didn’t mind that I wrote Mandy white bitch on your ass. Do You?”Joyce asshole was getting accustomed to the marker fully inserted inside. Her face was still pressed to the floor, and her ass still jugged upward in back to Mandy view. Her ass was sore from the. On arrival at the woods I found a secure place to get stripped out of my jeans and socks - revealing my red fishnets stay up stockings, red and black crop top and my lacey red panties with a gaping split to reveal the most intimate places brazenly.Last time I was here a grandpa had gone crazy over my clitcock and I had squirted an impressive load by way of thanks.I stuffed my jeans etc in my rucksack and got myself straight putting on my stiletoes which effectively hobbled me. Already there was.