He entered the kitchen and plopped himself on a chair.His father dropped a stack of pancakes on the table as his mother looked up from the newspaper.�...�something the matter, sweetheart?” She asked.“The Senior Prom is Friday night and I don’t have a date, let alone a dress…” He said as he played with his fork.“You could always go by yourself…” She said“Andrea…” Sam’s father said, turning around “Boys don’t go to prom by themselves…”“My brother did…” She said“Michael went to an all-boys. “I’ll show you”, you say returning your attention to my rear end.I feel the rounded tip of the dildo pressing against my tight arse and I brace myself as you strive to penetrate me with it. I make a conscious effort to try and relax myself because I’ve never been a fan of pain especially.I feel it push pass the tight muscles that resent it and into the part of me that welcomes it.“Oh fuck yes” I say raising my arse a little so you can go to work on me.My head falls forward in resignation as you. The room was a wardrobe filled with dresses from fancyto bedtime and skirts and blouses and t-shirts. I knew what was next andwent along with it."Pick any outfit, make sure you pick something nice, or else I'll do thepicking for you," said the girl as she left the room. I walked over tothe clothing rack and pulled off a short pink skirt and a pink sweaterwith a tank top. I took off the bath robe and pulled up the skirt andput on the blouse and sweater. The material was soft and breezy. It. With the fake cock, I wouldn't have to worry about cummingtoo quickly. I gave her orgasm after orgasm."Wow, that was so much better than last time," she said pleased."Well, I was just sixteen. Give me a break," I sad dryly."You've improved a lot since then and not just because your cock stayshard. You know a woman's body," she complimented."Well, I've had some first-hand experience with it," I said awkwardly."What she did to you was wrong, but we'll make everything right again,"she assured.