She had some intoxicating scent on and it only made me want her more. She felt good in my arms, every curve of her body pressed against me tightly. "B...by, you smell delicious enough to eat," Jayne said as she traced the length of my cock with her fingers. "I'd better not, though. I see quite a spread over on the table." "That's right, Jayne," I told her as I escorted her to the small table in the kitchen. "I've got fruit and whipped cream here to go with our coffee." As I said that, Jayne. " I want to be perfect for you tonight. It is your prom and I want you to enjoy every bit of it. Tonight I am you date; not your brother's wife, so that is the last time Gene will be mentioned tonight." I love you!" I know, and I love you. Tonight it will just be the two of us unless you find another girl you would like to dance with." Every dance will be with you!" She wondered if she had let things get to far along already.The prom was perfect. They attracted a lot of attention from both boys. And Dad cracked me up describing some of his customers. Dad and Papa teased me about Cindi and the twins. Papa even offered to front me some Viagra if things got too tough for me. It was a sublimely perfect day.The next day wasn't as good. The day started just fine as I sat with the twins during mass; it went sour when I returned from church and Rachael Scofield called me. You remember Rachael, right? You know, the "Ciao Johnny" woman. It was the friendly, bubbly Rachael calling. She wanted to. ‘Please…please stop!’ His soft lips caressed her bare neck. His long thick tongue traced down her chest, she shivered, arching her back involuntarily. His tongue traced over her scrumptious stomach, he stopped just before the patch of hair above her glistening puffy labia. ‘I won’t hurt you.’ His voice was soft, nonthreatening. ‘All I ask is that I can please you, being that you’ve been the object of pleasure for so many over the last few days. I promise I will not force you to do anything you.