.. you?" Because you have to ask," Valentine sighed into my ear. "You're so sweet..."He kissed me, pressing his lips to mine and I groaned into his mo...th, pulling him hard against me so that I could feel my hard nipples against his chest through the t-shirt I wore. Valentine's tongue was wet and long, moving slowly around mine, and he had his hands low on my back, to my ass so that our hips pressed together. I felt his hard cock, barely contained beneath the thin cotton of his dress, grinding. We were perfect fit together. Randy didnt want me to go to the end of school parties, he wanted to do other special things in lieu of me going and partying drinking falling down, and maybe even ruining my life. And at first I agreed, mainly cause I didnt have any close friends that would be going. But that all changed. All of a sudden I was hit by a throng of old friends from middle school on bookface .. They said they had a place in the heart of the party precinct and they wanted me to come. I was immediately stunned.I guess I'd always known that Mrs. Robinson was attractive. But I'd never really put much thought into it. She'd just been my mother's friend. And she'd been around since I was a kid. And she was so much older. I'd just never looked at her in that way.But standing in front of me in a royal blue bikini, it was hard not to notice.Stacy had a spectacular, voluptuous body. She wasn't slender, but her stomach was flat. Her ass was nice and round. And she had huge tits that. Long, pale fingers clutching an unscratched walking stick. Listening hard, trying not to think about how a halo of spring sunshine revealed a thinning patch in fine blonde hair. Or how much she wanted to be breathing in a familiar scent of mingled leather and bay rum soap instead of Roger’s flowery cologne. Far from insensible to the compliment that was being paid to her, Sophie had sipped tea and grown more sad with every timid word. After Stephens had bowed a confused Roger from the room,.