We walked aroundthe mall and she saw a jewelry store. She asked if I wanted to get myears pierced. I had always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy, ...o thishad no appeal to me. Before I could decide, she whispered that earringswould really make her wet, so I did it. I got pierced three time in eachear, a series of hoops that gradually increased in size as they wentdown my ear. When I sat down Marcia told the girl how she wanted itdone. I did not object, as it now seemed wrong to contradict. John got the door open, and while I knew his apartment as well as my own, it felt different this time. The schoolgirl part of me, the part that had been writing 'Mrs. John Griffiths' on the pee-chee folder in my mind all night, looked at his apartment as where I was going to be living from now on. Presumptuous sure. But I'd been living in a fantasy all night anyway, and I saw no reason to stop now.John, ever the gentleman, and perhaps as a clue that his mind was working in similar ways, picked. She hadn’t bought a nightgown, though, nor a bathrobe. They had also really made the day of the clerks at Victoria’s Secret. Some of the lingerie from there looked so hot that Danny-Boy probably would have claimed it was a sin just to look at it, even while it was still in the package. Nobody felt like cooking, so we went out to the Chinese restaurant we had gone to on Friday. There, we once again occupied a private room where we talked happily about what our sex orgy would be like on the long. I pause for a moment, doing nothing. Her head was laid back and eyes closed. She could feel her pussy and whole body waiting in desire, lusting for me to move inside of her. She opens her eyes, confused about the pause. Just as Katie moves her head to look down, a crack of thunder booms from outside as she feels two of my fingers quickly rushing inside of her. Katie can’t help but throw her head back again and moan as my fingers slide in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She can feel them.