3 comments/ 6125 views/ 18 favorites Carrie Gives Back By: Pyrofanity Author's note: Hello Readers! I hope you enjoy this story about Carrie Underwood "giving back" at the holidays. If you have any ideas after reading this story for other ways that Carrie could "give back" please leave them in the comments section or email them to me and I may use them in a future chapter. ***** It had been an unbelievably incredible year for country superstar Carrie Underwood. She had given birth to her first child who was happy and healthy and also released another wildly successful album. Her bank account had grown a lot and she couldn't have been happier with how her life was going. Despite being rich and seeming to have everything a person could ask for, Carrie was still a down to earth person. She realized how lucky she was in her career, in her personal life, and with the incredible amount of beauty she had been blessed with. It was those realizations that urged Carrie to want to give back to those less fortunate than her. Carrie enjoyed volunteering at different charity events, animal shelters, and homeless shelters. It was the latter that she chose to help at during the holidays of 2015 with her husband Mike of NHL fame. The two planned to spend a few hours at a Nashville homeless shelter serving meals, playing games, and otherwise helping to brighten the dreary lives of those who didn't have a home at the holidays. Carrie also loved volunteering for another reason. A reason that she went to great lengths to keep under wraps; especially from her husband. You see, Carrie Underwood loved to offer her body to those who were less fortunate than her. She loved making others happy and when she discovered just how happy her body could make another person when they were down on their luck or struggling in other ways during a previous charity function, she knew that it was something she had to continue. Not to mention the intense pleasure that the taboo act of offering her body and sexual favors to complete strangers gave the blonde beauty. The young parents dropped left their son with Carrie's visiting mother and headed off towards the shelter. Carrie was dressed casually in a tight pair of jeans and a snug Nashville predators t-shirt. A golden necklace featuring a ship's anchor adorned her neck and a grey track jacket rounded out her ensemble. She wanted to be comfortable for whatever duties the shelter would tell her to perform, but also still enjoyed showing off her incredible body that she had worked hard to regain since the birth of her son back in March. After finding a nearby parking spot, Carrie and her husband walked hand in hand into the homeless shelter. They were immediately greeted by the owner of the shelter and several other employees. Everyone was happy to see the pro athlete and country music icon show up to volunteer. They would really bring some cheer to the people who were down on their luck. "Ok, Mike, Carrie, please follow me for a moment so you can sign the volunteer release forms we have," the shelter owner said. "Sounds great!" Carrie replied. Once the release forms were back in the owner's hands and safely locked away in the shelter's safe, he rose from his chair and asked Carrie and Mike to follow him for their assignments. "Mike, you will be on kitchen duty while you are here and Carrie we have you in the entertainment area that you requested," the owner began. "You just love your board games don't you babe?" Mike said with a smile. That last comment drew a chuckle from the small group. "Yeah you're right!" Carrie agreed. "Plus, I do love making the less fortunate happy and kitchen work is less glamorous." "You two have no idea how accurate both of those statements are," the owner said, spurring both Mike and Carrie to laugh. With a nod, Mike headed off to the kitchens while Carrie followed the owner down a long hallway. "So Carrie, as you can imagine, some of the homeless that we work with, don't get very much happiness in life," the owner began as he led Carrie down the hall and into a medium sized room. He allowed Carrie to walk into the room ahead of him before closing the door firmly and turning back to the stunning blonde. "So today we are going to give them a chance to interact with you in a really special way. And by special I mean that you will be pleasuring several of our lucky homeless men sexually today," the owner said. Carrie immediately felt the familiar thrill of the impending festivities. She couldn't wait to get down to business and make a couple lucky homeless men very happy. "I can't wait!" Carrie exclaimed with an excited clap. "Great!" the owner exclaimed with an excited clap. "I'll page for the homeless men who you will be pleasuring." The owner walked over to an intercom on the room's wall and paged another employee telling them to bring the homeless men who were scheduled to meet Carrie. After finishing with the intercom, the owner turned back to Carrie. "Ok Carrie, why don't you take a seat in that chair right there and wait for them to get here." Carrie turned and fully took in the room for the first time since entering. In the center of the room was a straight-backed wooden chair. The only other piece of furniture in the room was an old ratty looking bed off to the right side. Carrie crossed her long legs to put some pressure against her already excited pussy. "This is such a great thing you do Carrie. You are about to make these men happier than they have been in years. To win time with you today, they had to stay clean and sober for a month. You are making a huge difference in their lives by rewarding them with your body." For her sexual volunteering, Carrie always put herself into the persona she adopted while on stage performing. When she was on stage Carrie was a sexy and confident woman who didn't back down from any challenge and always put on a great show. She might have been slightly socially awkward and shy offstage, but she knew that the people she offered her body to while volunteering enjoyed her stage persona vastly more. Before long, the door swung open and three men were led into the room. Two of them were being pushed in wheelchairs by a couple employees who had been paged to bring them. Carrie quickly evaluated the men and felt another swirl in her stomach. They were all much older than her and looked like they hadn't had a good shower in weeks. Not to mention that two of them were in wheelchairs. "This is gonna be a fun one," Carrie thought to herself before licking her lips and painting one of her brilliant grins across her beautiful face. "Hey ya'll!" Carrie exclaimed as she was now fully into her onstage persona. "How are you lucky guys doing today?" All three men couldn't believe their eyes at the sight of Carrie Underwood standing before them. They had all heard from other homeless guys who had been selected for this event years prior that the woman was usually not very attractive. They had all just decided that one month of being sober and clean was worth them getting to fuck any woman again as it had been months or years for all of them. Carrie went up to each man and introduced herself. The men in the wheelchair's names were Randy and Earl while the standing man was named Gus. Randy had a cast on his left arm and was dressed in old sweatpants and a ratty old white t-shirt. Carrie noticed his erection already tenting his pants as she greeted him and she licked her lips again at the sight. Randy had graying hair and a mustache to match. The other wheelchair-bound man was an older black man named Earl. He was also wearing a pair of old sweatpants along with a ratty hooded sweatshirt and an old winter jacket. He had only a few curls of gray hair left on his head along with a smattering of gray facial hair around his chin. The only man not in a wheelchair introduced himself as Gus. Gus was objectively the best looking of the three men to Carrie, but was still not a man she would have ever fucked willingly. Gus had on a pair of jeans along with a dark blue button down shirt covered by a light gray windbreaker. He had a full head of hair and a groomed mustache. "So who is first?" the blonde country crooner asked the room in general. The employees who had escorted the men into the room had departed and closed the door behind them. The only people left in the room were Carrie, the three homeless men, and the shelter owner. The owner had just finished locking the door when Carrie asked her question. He turned from the door to answer her question. "Uhh...let's see here..." the owner said as he perused a clipboard that one of the other employees had handed him before leaving. "Looks like...Randy is up first." Carrie approached the first lucky man. "What would you like me to do for you Randy?" Carrie said in what was a believable flirtatious tone. "Well it's been a long time since I had the lips of a young beautiful woman wrapped around my cock," the old man said in a rough voice. "So let's start there honey." Carrie approached the sitting man and slowly dropped to her knees. She looked up at the man in the wheelchair she was about to orally service with her brown eyes and ran her shaky hands up his thighs towards the waistband of his sweatpants. With a deep breath, Carrie began pulling the man's pants down as he raised his hips to help her release his cock. After a second or two of struggling, Carrie finally worked the homeless man's cock free of his pants. It was already rock hard and about 6 inches in length. Carrie immediately grabbed the cock with her manicured hand and gave it a few strokes up and down before lowering her head towards it. She parted her gloss covered lips and gently wrapped them around the head of the man's cock. She heard him groan above her. Carrie continued to give Randy the best blowjob he could ever remember getting. He was annoyed when he felt Carrie pull her mouth free of his cock, but was immediately okay with the turn of events as he watched the young blonde woman kneel back on her heels and began to remove her track jacket. Once the jacket was thrown to the side, her Nashville Predators t-shirt soon followed and left Carrie in only her bra from the waist up along with a freshly tousled head of hair. She gave her hair a quick adjustment with her hands before getting back down to business. The sight of Carrie Underwood's lovely breasts, still engorged from motherhood, spilling out over the top of her bra and her toned midsection caused Randy to begin to lose control. As Carrie sucked his cock into her mouth once again, he grabbed her head with his good hand and began to thrust into her mouth as much as he could. All it took after that was one gagging sound from Carrie for the old man to begin shooting his load into the singer's hot wet mouth. Carrie did her best to swallow the rancid tasting jizz and continued sucking until Randy finally slumped back in his wheelchair and let go of Carrie's head. She then sat back once again and ran the back of her hand over her mouth before breaking out into another smile. "Yummy!," Carrie said. "Anything else Randy?" Carrie questioned after a quick cough to clear her throat. "Well I don't think I'll be able to get it back up again, but I'd sure love to get a taste of those titties," the homeless man said. "Sure," an increasingly turned on Carrie replied with another megawatt smile. The 32-year-old Smoke Break singer climbed back to her feet, her breasts bouncing sexily, and approached Randy's wheelchair. "Is it ok if I sit on your lap Randy?" Carrie asked. "Sure thing honey," the man replied. "I think I can handle that." Carrie gave a little giggle before trying to find a way to straddle the older man's lap without causing him too much discomfort. After a moment or two of attempting different positions which was difficult due to the design of the wheelchair, Carrie finally was seated on Randy's lap. She had one of her long, sexy legs on either side of Randy. One leg was draped over the left arm of the wheelchair while the other was at a slightly uncomfortable angle on the other side. Carrie was thankful for her high level of fitness and flexibility from all of her yoga. However, her thoughts of yoga were quickly ended when she felt Randy pull her head to his face for an unexpected kiss. Carrie immediately returned the kiss. Kissing was one of her favorite things especially with one of her charity cases. She was never really sure why that was. Randy's tongue probed the singer's mouth before turning his attention to Carrie's breasts. "Get this bra off," Randy gruffly ordered as his good hand mauled her tits over the undergarment. Carrie did as she was told and reached her toned arms behind her back to release the clasp on her blue silk bra. Her larger than normal breasts sprang from the restricting bra as soon as the clasp was released. Carrie slipped the straps down her arms and tossed the bra to the growing pile of clothes off to the side. Randy immediately began to fondle and grab her breasts with his only good hand before lowering his face to get a taste of the firm tits that proudly hung from Carrie's tanned chest. Carrie closed her eyes at the sensation of another man using his mouth on her tits. She instinctively arched her back to present her tits to the homeless man even better. Randy was now sucking on her right breast while using his right hand to twist and pull on her left nipple. Carrie let out a little moan at the sensations now coursing through her sensitive tits. After a few more minutes of mauling Carrie's tits, Randy finally pulled back for air. "Them are some real nice titties," the old man said. "Thanks," Carrie whispered as she began to climb off the now exhausted man. Carrie rose back to her feet and turned to the other three men who were still in the room. She amazing to be standing topless in front of a group of strangers, and her onstage persona was still in charge and kept her seeming confident and extremely sexy. "Who's next?" Carrie asked with her hands on her hips. "Ummmm...uhh," the shelter owner stuttered as Carrie's naked breasts left him almost speechless. "It's ummm...Earl. Earl is next." "Great!" Carrie said as the also wheelchair bound man slowly pushed himself forward. "Hi again Earl," Carrie said. "How can I pleasure you today? Would you like a blowjob too?" "Nah I don't need my dick sucked today," Earl said. "I want to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Get them jeans off." Faced with the order to strip fully nude for the old black man, Carrie almost moaned at simply the thought. She had never done anything sexually with a black guy before and was unsure about the whole thing, but couldn't wait to try. With that thought in her mind, Carrie reached her hands to the fly of her jeans and began to work it open. Earl had wheeled his chair over closer to the bed and watched the stunning blonde country star work the zipper of her tight jeans down. Earl, who had always been a leg and ass man, had seen Carrie's legs in a magazine before and couldn't wait to see them in person. Once her zipper was down, Carrie began to wiggle her shapely hips to work her almost skin tight jeans down her heavenly legs. The jeans were so tight that Carrie had to take a seat on the ratty old bed to pull the pants from her ankles. The rational part of Carrie's mind couldn't believe where she currently was. She never could have imagined that today she would be sitting on a dirty bed in a back room of a homeless shelter wearing only her grey cotton panties and golden anchor necklace while an old, black man in a wheelchair watched. Not to mention that the old man would soon be tasting her most intimate area and possibly doing even more to her. Yet, this was the exact thing she loved to do while volunteering. "Mmmm...stand up and let old Earl see them legs girl," Earl said. Carrie did as she was asked and stood up to present her body to Earl. She lifted one of her perfect legs up and placed her foot on Earl's knee as the old man immediately began to run his rough, calloused hands all over it. Carrie shivered at the rough hands smoothing over her toned thigh and jumped when Earl's thick fingers grazed over her panty-covered pussy. After getting his fill of feeling Carrie's leg up, he pushed it off his knee and with a surprising burst of strength and speed for an old man in a wheelchair, he shoved Carrie's gray panties to her knees and pushed her backwards to that she fell with a bounce onto the edge of the bed. Carrie let out a cute little yelp at the fall onto the bed and before she could even recover from the fall, Earl had pushed his chair forward and pushed Carrie's legs apart. As soon as Carrie got herself up onto her elbows and looked down, Earl's head was between her sexy thighs and his tongue ran from the bottom of Carrie's moist pussy all the way up to her clit. Carrie had one of the most beautiful pussies that Earl had ever seen on a white girl and he loved that it was completely shaven. Carrie threw her head back in lust as an almost complete stranger used his tongue to pleasure her. She let out a moan as Earl's tongue continued to work its magic on the much younger woman who was currently exposed on the old bed in front of him. Her hips thrust up off the bed when Earl added two fingers to his routine and inserted them into Carrie's rapidly moistening cunt. The taboo of the situation and the sheer physical manipulation currently being applied to her by Earl had Carrie close to an orgasm. Once Earl focused his tongue directly on Carrie's now engorged clit, the young mother and wife exploded into an orgasm. "OHHHH YES...FUCK YEAH...I'm cumming," Carrie yelled out as the waves of pleasure tore through her sexy body. Earl kept licking as Carrie orgasmed before finally removing his fingers and tongue from the blonde beauty and sitting back up in his wheelchair. As Carrie recovered and removed her own hands from her tits where she had been helping Earl get her to orgasm without even realizing it, Earl was busy getting his sweatpants down far enough to release his now hard cock. Carrie was taking deep breaths into her lungs as she came down from her release. She was feeling unbelievably sexy and powerful. These old men had been without anything good for so long and now her body was making up for some of it and making them extremely happy for a day. That thought gave her a secret thrill. The same kind of thrill she got from strutting her sexy body onstage while showing off her legs and swinging her hips to her popular songs. Seeing the men, and some of the women, in the crowds at her shows stare at her with lust had always been exciting to her on some level. Carrie finally felt recovered from her orgasm and sat back up. Her eyes grew wide as they settled on Earl once again. He had managed to get his cock free of his pants and was slowly stroking it as he stared at Carrie's body. For her part, Carrie couldn't believe the size of Earl's cock. It had to be close to 9 inches long and was quite thick. It was one of the biggest cocks that Carrie had ever seen and was definitely bigger than her husband. "Why don't you come ride this dick girl?" Earl said. "Least you can do after I got you off so good." Carrie just dumbly nodded her head before scrambling to her feet and walking towards Earl. There was something about his big black cock that put Carrie into some sort of trance. She couldn't wait to have it inside of her tight pussy. Carrie quickly straddled Earl while placing her hands on his shoulder for support. His wheelchair was of a different design and easier for her to get on top of. Earl used his hands to guide Carrie's hips into the ideal position before holding her still with one hand had using his other to rub his cock all over Carrie's wet outer lips. Carrie moaned in anticipation before groaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Earl pressed the head of his cock to her opening and allowing it to slip inside. Carrie Gives Back Carrie's pussy began to stretch around Earl's big dick as it penetrated her. She was so horny and turned on from her earlier orgasm that it didn't take long for Earl to be bottomed out inside the celebrity's cunt. Earl knew from experience that most woman needed a minute or two to adjust to his size and he allowed that for Carrie as well. "I can't believe how big you are Earl," Carrie told him. In response, Earl just pulled Carrie in for her second kiss with a stranger that day. However, unlike before, Carrie immediately and passionately returned the kiss. This time she was the one to introduce tongue into the kiss and moaned into Earl's mouth when his cock twitched inside of her. She pulled back from the kiss breathlessly and asked Earl if he was ready for her to start fucking him now. "Sure thing little lady," Earl said in his deep voice. That was all Carrie had to hear to begin working her body up and down the massive cock buried inside of her tight body and, more specifically, her tight cunt. She used her athleticism to rise all the way to the tip of Earl's cock before slamming back down and screaming out in bliss. She continued to fuck Earl up and down while his hands kept a firm grip alternatively on her ass, hips, stomach and tits. Earl was rubbing his hands over as much of Carrie as he could manage. Carrie began to mix up her fucking motions as well. She started to roll her hips in a circle while Earl's cock was fully inside of her and also mixed up the cadence of her fucking. She had never felt quite this good during a fucking before and once again, the taboo of the situation only added to her pleasure. After another couple minutes of fucking, Earl stopped her. Carrie looked at Earl with a question in her eyes. "Reverse cowgirl," was all Earl had to say before Carrie started to turn around. Getting back on top of Earl in reverse was a little tougher to figure out, but the motivation of being filled by his cock again helped Carrie to get it done. Earl now had the enviable view of Carrie's round ass as she fucked herself up and down on his cock once again. Earl fondled her ass the entire time. He mixed in rubbing, spanking, and grabbing and loved every moan that escaped Carrie's mouth. Her moans would soon be muffled, however, as the third homeless man in the room decided that he couldn't wait any longer to get a piece of Carrie Underwood. He approached the bed that was right in front of Carrie's position, released his 7 inch cock, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He was in the perfect position to have Carrie take his cock into her talented mouth and that is exactly what she did. Carrie Underwood was now being spit-roasted between two homeless men, one of whom was black and in a wheelchair and the other who looked like he could have been her grandfather. Her cunt was being completely filled by a big black cock and her sexy mouth was being used as the other man's own personal fuck toy. She was being completely used for the men's pleasure and wasn't short on pleasure of her own either. After servicing two cocks at the same time for a few more strokes of each, Earl said that he was close to cumming. Carrie pulled her lips from around Gus's cock and wiped the spit that had collected on her chin away with one of her hands. Carrie had been close to a second orgasm as Earl's big cock was pounding her pussy in the perfect place, but her services today weren't about her own pleasure. So instead of continuing to fuck her athletic body to release, she stopped and turned her head back to Earl. "Where do you want to come Earl?" Carrie asked the older man who currently had his cock buried in her cunt. "Mmm...all over that pretty little face sounds about right," Earl answered. Carrie had never been a huge fan of facials with her boyfriends or husband, but she loved them during her volunteering sessions. Carrie stood up from Earl's lap and whimpered at the loss of his cock when it slipped from her well-fucked pussy. She turned around and dropped to her knees as Earl grasped his glistening cock and began to furiously pump it up and down. It only took him a few strokes of looking down at Carrie's smiling face and smoking hot body before he began to spurt jets of cum from his cock. Earl's aim wasn't perfect, but he still managed to paint Carrie's face with several ropes of his steaming cum. The rest of his load just slowly oozed out of his now limp cock. He wiped the remaining cum off onto one of his fingers before sticking the finger near Carrie's face which prompted her to suck the finger clean like a good slut would. Earl slumped back in his wheelchair as he was now exhausted and totally spent. Carrie remained on her knees as she cleaned her face off with her own shirt. Once she was done, she felt Gus's hand wrap around the upper part of her right arm and help her climb to her feet. She smiled at the kind act from the old man who returned the smile as well. Gus stripped off the rest of his clothes and climbed onto the bed after Carrie. He helped adjust her into a missionary position before taking up his spot between her now spread legs. Gus then moved his hips forward and thrust his cock completely into Carrie's pussy. The country singer moaned as the third cock of the day filled her up. Gus leaned forward and rested his entire body on top of Carrie's so that his head was right next to hers. He just didn't have the strength to stay more upright like he could in his younger days. The feeling of Gus's hairy, dirty body rubbing all over her tanned, smooth skin made carry feel like a complete skank and she was always surprised that part of her enjoyed that. As Gus continued to fuck her, Carrie wrapped her luscious legs around Gus and thrust her hips upward into the cock currently penetrating her. She felt like she needed to help him not only to reach her own orgasm again, but also to live up to her end of the unknown bargain she agreed to earlier. Plus, Gus wasn't exactly rocking her world due to his older age and lowered stamina. She was used to some really energetic fuck sessions courtesy of her professional athlete husband. Gus was grunting right into Carrie's ear with each thrust and Carrie was moaning back out of passion, but more just to continue moving things along. After a few more thrusts, Gus put more of his weight onto Carrie and stopped moving his hips as he took a break. Carrie rubbed her legs up and down his body to try and encourage him to finish with her. After a moment of catching his breath, Gus started to move. "Roll over," was all Gus said as he rolled off of Carrie. Carrie complied and rolled over for the old homeless man and putting her firm round ass no display. She started to rise into the doggy style position as she assumed that was how the man wanted to finish fucking her, but instead she felt a hand on her back keeping her prone on the bed. "No, stay down please," Gus said. "I got bad knees." With that he leaned forward onto Carrie's body once again and after struggling to find his mark for a second, he finally sank his cock back into the former American Idol champion's well-fucked cunt. Carrie loved doggy-style, but this prone fucking position was new to her. She was surprised that an old homeless man could be doing something new to her and she had to admit that it felt great. Gus continued to fuck Carrie in this position for as long as his stamina would allow and until he was ready to come. Carrie took the fucking like a champ even though her face was practically buried in a smelly, old mattress that had been used by countless homeless people. Her plump ass jiggled with each thrust and she brought herself to another orgasm by reaching underneath her toned body and using her own fingers on her now ultra-sensitive clit. The feeling of Carrie's pussy convulsing around his old dick pushed Gus over the edge. He used the last bit of his energy for fucking to pull out and finish all over Carrie's tanned ass. His cock didn't so much shoot off as it simply leaked his load onto the celebrity's ass in front of him. Gus wiped the tip of his cock on Carrie's skin to clean it off before settling into a sitting position next to the prostrate blonde to catch his breath and start getting dressed again. Carrie was also catching her breath when she felt Gus massaging her ass and rubbing his own cum into her skin. "Sorry if I was a little gruff before," Gus told her. "I lost some patience waiting my turn to fuck such a gorgeous woman." "That's ok Gus," Carrie said as she rolled onto her side and supported her head with one arm resting on her elbow. "We both got off and that's all that matters!" Gus continued to get dressed before heading back over to the rest of the men who were still in the room. Carrie gazed across at them and was so happy that she had just had sexual encounters with the three disheveled, homeless men standing and sitting there. It had been too long since her last bout of volunteering. The shelter owner must have paged the other employees again as they arrived to escort the three lucky men away. Once they left, the shelter owner addressed Carrie once again. "Great job Carrie! You definitely made those three guys very happy. Now why don't you take a minute to get dressed and then we can go take a few pictures out front before you leave. I'm sure your husband is wondering where you have been too." Carrie took the owner's advice and slowly redressed in front of him. Once she was back looking presentable, the two left the room and the owner showed her to a bathroom on the way back to the other part of the shelter. She just took a moment to make sure her hair looked okay and that all the cum on her face was gone before exiting the bathroom once again and allowing the owner to lead her to the front. They barely reentered the main dining area before Mike was walking up to them and wrapping one of his arms around Carrie. "Hey babe, what did they have you doing back there?" he asked as he gave his wife a side hug. "Oh they just had me getting to know some of the homeless men and giving them a little entertainment," Carrie replied convincingly. "Sounds right up your alley," Mike responded as he leaned down for a kiss. "Why does your mouth taste so salty?" "Oh they had some saltwater taffy set out and I had a few pieces," Carrie said without knowing where that little gem of a lie popped into her head from. Mike just shrugged and the shelter owner approached the couple again. "Mike, would you mind taking some pictures of Carrie with a few of the guests? It would give them a nice way to remember today." "Sure thing," Mike replied and took the camera from the owner as he waved over several of the homeless. What Mike didn't know was that the three men that the shelter owner waved over to take pictures with his wife had all just spent the better part of a couple hours fucking his wife in all kinds of positions. He just kept thinking that the men looked thrilled to be near his wife and that made him proud to be married to her. If only he really knew what went on in the back of the homeless shelter that day. After taking the pictures, Carrie and Mike were saying their last goodbyes to the shelter owners and employees and heading out the door. Carrie was excited to get home and see her son and give him a kiss on the cheek. After she showered and brushed her teeth that is. Just as the couple were leaving to head home, the shelter owner spoke one more time. "Bye Carrie, we hope you'll consider coming back to volunteer again soon!" he said. Carrie just smiled and waved over her shoulder while thinking that she would definitely be looking for other ways to "give back" again very soon.