So you drove us home I guess." Yes, and when we got home I wanted to have some wine myself, so I opened a bottle and shared it with you. We both talke... about Mom. Then I opened and shared another bottle of wine with you. I drank four glasses, which was the most I have ever had. You..." I can imagine." Anyway, when you got up to go to bed you took several steps and fell down. I helped you get into your bed room. That was hard, because I sure can't carry you. I pulled back the sheets, and helped. I raise my eyebrows."Dancing," she blushes, "Dancing with another man!" It's the moment of truth. The moment for you to be mine tonight. "Ashley, will you dance with me?" "Yes." My cock is instantly hard, but she can't see it. Not yet. I won't let her. There will be time enough later for her to savor every inch of it, every vein, every ripple, but right now, all she sees is my broad back leading her by the hand to a now-crowded dance floor. It's a slow swing, to a song our grandparents probably. The fight washed over; the principal was not going to touch three seniors and as many emerging athletes when no one would admit anything happened. The second leg smoothed things by elevating the three seniors to higher positions on the social ladder.By summer, the mountain had moved to three very unlikely Muhammads. The twins and I entered a protective relationship with the future female leaders of the in-crowd. The girls got a valuable high school commodity, access to successful male athletes,. She said it was okay she didn't mind trying not to laugh.Then she started to leave blushing. I played dumb ass she started to walk out. I said my god your not the bathroom attendant are you. She stopped shock her head and said over and over again how sorry she was. She asked me begged me not to tell her manager. I smiled and said your just wanted to look at my cock. She laughed and she didn't mind it. I told her she owed me for keeping my mouth shut. She thanked me and started to leave. I.