Please! Hurry!" It's OK, Mom! If they see you, they can see us, too. We love you, and we want to support you just like Grams. We're not getting dresse... until we leave!" If the earlier scene was emotional, what followed was off the scale. Kathy was concerned and upset about her girls displaying themselves. But she was far more touched by their symbolic act of love and support.The rest of the group eventually wandered out onto the patio. When the men first appeared, Kathy looked as if she wanted. Her palm made the slow, upward scoop over the smooth swell of her naked breast, her nipple puckering toward hardness. She paused to pinch the smoldering nub and remember. She paused again – pinching again – harder – just to feel herself in the here and now of a brand new morning.This morning, she was a luxury only she could afford.Her hand started to move further down but then stopped and changed direction, sliding back up to slip over the other breast. She closed her eyes and languished in the. Prom was a blast! He picked me up in his dad's Mustang and we arrived in style. I was one of only three sophomores invited, so it was a pretty big deal. Aidan and I danced our asses off and even had some rum under the gym bleachers. It was so much fun that I was sad when the dance was over and we had to leave. Afterwards, Aidan drove me to a cheap motel. "I didn't know we were coming here." "Well, it's prom night Jessie. This is sort of what everyone does on prom night." He was right. The. "It's OK, I'll only be a few minutes." and off he went.I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a squeak, then another, then another, then it stopped. Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden.