I popped in a porno tape and masturbated a while thinking about Maggie’s tight and curvy body. I especially liked her round ass. I had my hands arou...d my cock and jerked off while watching two sluts fuck each other with strap-on cocks. My mind was thinking of bending over Maggie and fucking her tight little pussy. I imagined she’d talk in Spanish while I fucked her hard with my cock.I moved my hands up and down my hard cock. I was so excited and hard and couldn’t wait to see what she was. " She floppedher wrist at me and giggled. "Let me ask you this: When you went to theprom, what color was your gown?"She laughed. I blushed.Great. Even my cheeks were pink.***The next night, dinner was ruined.Cleon had made a salmon, with clam chowder and a side of kale. Healthstuff. But Belinda didn't come home. Oh she would stop and have a drinkwith Jill sometimes, but she always called to let him know she would belate. Not this time.The clock moved on, and he grew irritated, then concerned,. We both had the shortest skirt we owned as well as our best push up bras on back then. Our tops both low cut and our tits showed nicely as did our butts when we bent over in our little skirts. I had slipped panties on but Janet dared me to go without any. I told her I would if she would and Janet agreed. The party was great as there was music, food, drinks and boys. None of the boys there knew Janet or me as our High School was only 10th, 11th and 12th grade. Stan told everyone we were his hot. “You shouldn’t be doing that, Mr. Emerson,” I said. He looked up at me, smiling, saying: “You’re right. Do you like what I shouldn’t be doing to you?”“Mr. Emerson, that feels nice, really…[gasp][flex] really…Oh God!” his fingers were inside my skimpy panties and feeling my cunt. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “You’re wet,” he said. I opened my eyes and smiled. “Please Mr. Emerson…” “Yes?” “Don’t” I felt his fingers stop…”Don’t stop…please don’t stop!” and his fingers went to.