.. OH ... OH GOD, I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING..."I writhed on the bed as I came harder than before. "Oh God, that was even...better than last time. You better hurry up with Tristan. I want him to fuck me soooo bad." Okay Lydia, do it. Do it to me. And I'll call him tomorrow. And once I've had him, we'll share him. I doubt he'll object!" Marisol couldn't stand it anymore.Marisol lay down next to me and locked her elbows behind her knees She was wide open and sopping. We sat with Anne and her father for the ceremony. Beverly had come down on Harry Millar's invitation, and sat with us as well. After the ceremony was over, we had an opportunity to meet the families of each of the boys. Mr. Westervelt had reserved a private room in a restaurant, for a graduation lunch, and our entire group went there. After lunch, the party started to break up as people began to leave for home. I was sad that I had to part with Jeremy, but we would be back together in only a. We both struggled to avoid gasping and crying out or thrashing around and the effort to "cum quietly" made it even more long lasting and deeply exciting. I remember I was so deeply aroused that I pumped and pumped my spunk into her and she seemed to go on orgasming for some moments after I had finished as she sort of writhed and wriggled with pleasure. We were both breathing hard with the pent up exertion of gripping each other so tightly without moving very much.After, she lay with me still. Nor was she the only hottie. But I had my dream woman in my sights and sadly, but encouragingly, she was one of the few who didn't look as I made my way to the bar. In fact, she barely even looked at me. “Well, damn,” I told myself, sat down, ordered zinfandel, and contemplated the bartender's bottom. My mystery paramour stayed where she was. I could watch her drinking and laughing reflected in the mirror behind the bars. Oh was she cute. I sat there feeling very clever, the very model of.