Pamela held him, and gazed into his eyes, calculating. He was in love with her, but the feelings of warmth withdrew from him each time he grew close t... coming."Darling boy, please, take off your charm. Let me touch you. Just let me have a little taste, Penn, just let me taste you. Don't be afraid"Penn was desperate to achieve release. Pamela held him, and waited, denying him."I can wait forever, Penn. There are no choices for you now. Trust me, Penn, please, trust me. It will be the sweetest. "Although we giggled at this, we didn't stop the action, and I was impressed by how quickly he got up, had a condom on, and was on, then in me.He went at me like a man who hadn't had sex in a long, long time. It felt wonderful to be this desired.He was in me with no regard for my pussy and only with regard for being in me. This turned me on and, because I was so wet (and, believe me, to my surprise), he was in with no resistance.He was pumping me deep and with all of his bodyweight collapsing. We spent a few minutes catching up. She told me that she too was taking classes at the collage and we commented on how weird it was that we hadn't met up before the party. Truthfully, at that point, I was pretty happy it worked out the way it did.When a slow song started I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. I held her right up against me as we danced, happily impressed with how she'd developed since I'd last seen her. Her breasts especially had grown full and firm and I loved the way. You keep the panties in hand and look right up into my eyes, smooth them over your fingertips and start brushing them against her face. Her eyes close and she starts to nip at your fingers through the gooey wet satin. “Look what a little panty whore you’ve turned her into baby. Look how you’ve corrupt that little slut. Do you think she’s gonna get dressed again without picking her panties carefully? Just like you do now? That’s right baby, now feed her those pretty slut panties” I look at you,.