He pushed the bikini top up off my tits and his mouth was on them, first one, then the other, biting and sucking, a hand between our waists pressing f...ngers in my hot pussy.Our groans drowned each other out, but I didn’t know if mine were from that night or the other. When Robert pushed the swimsuit aside and pressed inside me, I screamed, remembering that prom.There was a room in another part of the Community Center that we found. Both Alan and I had gone past the point of no return. He pushed. "I was talking to Aunt Babs!" whined Jill."Don't you worry about me," said Babs, rubbing a finger through her slippery pussy lips. You need to worry about YOUR future."I finished the kiss, and finished filling up Heather's belly with my sperm, and then looked over at Jill."You don't have to worry about that," I panted. "Both of these women know how to avoid that. We did this a lot, and they never got pregnant." A lot?" asked Jill. "How much?" Every day except for ten each month," I said,. .. her own heartbeat was pounding loudly in her ears.She shook off her bemusement and re-doubled her efforts even as the two of them reached the rest of the group. Conceding defeat, she looked around at the other women. Most had wide eyes and opened mouths, unable to comprehend the ri’Dagowyn no more than twenty yards in front of them. One, however, a smallish girl only a few inches taller than herself whose hair was only, perhaps, a shade or two darker than her own white locks, was not shocked. I ordered a dry white wine, which although it was better than average, was rather overpriced at €100 for a bottle, but I suppose that was normal for such establishments.After about half an hour, by which time the room was full, mainly middle-aged couples like ourselves, the lights dimmed, and the first act started. This was a young woman who looked exactly like a Fragonard painting, and who removed her clothing slowly and decorously to the music of Jean Phillippe Rameau if I wasn't mistaken,.