"You look fantastic, Missy," I said as I handed her the corsage Tracey helped me pick out."Thank you, John," she said, holding the corsage carefully. ...You can pin this on me when we get to the dance."The rest of the ride to the country club was filled with small talk as Mrs. Harmon chatted with Mr. Jensen and I occasionally shared a word with Missy. Beyond saying hello, though, Mrs. Harmon didn't say anything else to me.The valet opened the door on my side of the car and I stepped out, offering. She then walked into the other room and made a few phone calls. I got busy cleaning up everything.When I was done Cindy told me to get in the shower and freshen myself up. I was glad she let me clean up I hate it when I am nasty and dirty. Because the cum I had on my face was dried up and flaking off. When I got out of the shower Cindy called me into the kitchen. I walked in and sat down all I had on was a towel.She said, "You really are a faggot, aren't you?" I saw how you enjoyed fucking your. Safe? Well, that depended on your definition of the word. Safe for the moment, anyway, perched like some ungainly bird on a swaying limb some twenty feet above the ground. He grinned wryly at the thought as the frantic pounding of his heart slowed, and gradually his agonized gasping for breath eased. His pack with its tiny radio direction finder was long since gone, trampled into the golden turf along with his rifle and binoculars. Not that it would have been any help, since his beacon had. It was about 8’X8’ and there was a counter on both sides at about 30” high. There was one stool in the room. It was big enough for two people but no more.I was leaning against one of the counters and Mellissa was sitting on the stool. She was wearing a pink and green flowered skirt. It came down half way on her lower leg. She had on light sandals that exposed her painted toe nails. She had on a white T-shirt that barley stretched over her gorgeous tits. I was able to see her white bra.