Whispering in my ear he said, take your shoes off. As I leaned forward Mr Smith pulled my shirt off me. After kicking my shoes off he ask, doesn't tha... feel better, as he rubbed my chest. My head began to swim as he moved his hand down my stomach. My little dick was so hard it hurt and Mr Smith must have seen it. Reaching my waist he said, you look like you need to loosen up your pants a little. I said, OK. I don't know if it was the movie, or his touch, but I started feeling funny inside. Mr. They had rented a mirror ball, but it was so damn bright they would only turn it on for a few seconds at a time.It all summed up to make it a big make-out dance. Guys were all feeling up girls boobs. Buttons were being unbuttoned. I saw more hands slip inside of halter tops and wrap dresses than I could count. Only one of Kelly’s friends brushed my hands away when I tried to cop a feel. Yvonne let me play with her chest all I wanted and she would discretely (or so I thought) stroke my cock. I took a minute to get my bearings, when the sound happened again. I turned my head to see the garbage truck doing its thing. I took that as a sign to get up and went right to the kitchen for a some coffee. A few minutes later the bedroom door opened up and out came Pinky. She walked like she was still tired but wide awake now. I offered her a drink as she walked towards me. She said yes, a glass of water. I got one and went into the living room with her. I sat down on the big couch and she. She was the thumping heart that gave me life, the intimate warmth that embraced me, the encasing walls that protected me. She was the cord that fed me, the womb that molded me, the voice that spoke to me. The voice was a whisper in my mind, a tingling along my spine, a soothing caress through the growing chaos of thought. You are my daughter, Mother whispered, my first of another, and you will be my joy in this world. The voice spoke of joy, and I felt it swell boundlessly. The voice spoke of.