Downstairs, Simon threw more ice into the pineapple and returned to the living room. Mandy lay on the rug, propped on her arms, legs slightly splayed....Her eyes were closed and she hummed along to Queen’s Who Wants To Live Forever.Simon put the bucket on the table, jolting Mandy from whatever thoughts she'd been enjoying in his absence. She opened her eyes and gave him a lazy smile, looking him over. Simon noticed that she made absolutely no attempt to close her legs.His cock immediately reacted. I think I wish I had been so bold as a 13-year-old. Grinding seemed to be especially popular this year and the two self-appointed dance police who had shown up had their work cut out for them. The eighth graders especially werent shy about getting close. I found myself mesmerized by Sylvie who was dancing with a popular soccer player. He had taken control and was grinding his crotch hard against her little bottom. I imagined myself in his place rhythmically pushing against her and rubbing my. She had wanted, no, needed this for far too long. On a moan of surrender, she parted her lips, letting his tongue surge hotly in to explore every crevasse of her willing mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on for the ride, as his strong arms wrapped themselves around her and lifted her into his embrace, forcing their bodies together as closely as possible. Every thought ran screaming from her mind, as she felt his crotch press intimately to her core. He was hard beyond belief,. “No one talks to me like that in my store!”“She’s sorry,” Daisy moaned, stepping in-between thetwo.“Fuck that I am!” Felicia snapped. “I’m out of here.”Felicia fumingly bent down and started to pull on herjeans.“You forgot one thing smart-ass,” Daisy snapped. “I havethe car keys.”“Give them to me, you fucking bitch!” Felicia screamed,as she tried to grab her sister, but with her jeansstill wrapped.