Shh, he soothed, gently prying her legs apart and wiping the dirt away from them. He then pulled her forward, having her rest her head on his shoulder...as he wiped the dirt from her back. Her body still shook, and bumps had begun to form on her bruised flesh. He finished wiping the dirt from her back before he unclipped her bra and slipped it from her shoulders. Pulling the soiled bra from her, he sat her back upright as she shivered and tried to cover herself with her arms. Rich tossed the bra. Ginger and I got up together, as did Michelle and Eric. She snuggled into my arms, her arms around my neck. We moved around the floor in pretend dance steps, looking into each other’s eyes. My wife and Eric danced very much the same way. I ached to feel Ginger’s lips against mine again, so I whispered in her ear, “How far can we go tonight?” She snuggled up a little tighter, and softly answered, “I don’t know. I know that Eric loved the pictures from the Cotillion (we were literally lovers in. ..A flash of insight. It’s amazing how well our minds can work with enough incentive.'There is another model, actually,’ I mused, totally innocently. ‘It’s in the back, though…’He offered to help me bring it out. Exactly to plan.And that was it. My heart raced. I was about to fuck this hot college boy. With his mother patiently waiting for us.Walking across the floor to the back room, I felt his ravenous eyes mauling my ass. I ached so bad I could hardly stand it.Through the curtain and a few. "You have a call, sir," she said.I thanked her as I took the phone."Hello?" Oh wise King Solomon, I have a judgment for you to make," came Helen's voice."Solomon?" I asked with a laugh."Well, you said that you would be the judge," she said. "I have a dispute with my mother." What is the dispute?" I asked."I came home, and I discovered that Karen had taken one of my swimsuits without permission. I demanded that my mother punish her, but she won't."I thought about this for a minute. It wasn't.