The final song didn’t surprise me at all. It was Every Woman in the World by Air Supply. I pulled Tracey into an extra tight hug, our bodies pressed...together as we danced. When the song finished, we said goodbye to our friends and quickly headed for the car. I had made sure to park in a spot where I could quickly leave the parking lot and we were out by 10:10pm.“Where are we going, Steve? Your car isn’t really good for making out, let alone anything else.”“I have keys to an apartment that. Well come Saturday morning and getting the paper from my wallet I went to ring Lizzie to see what would be a good time to come over. She didn't answer, surprise. I tried again after about an hour and still no luck. Sick of just sitting around I bundled all my notes into a back pack and then I had three choices,get Mom to drive me over (I'd look dumb if no one was home)get the bus (why waste the money if she's not there)ride my bike ( good for getting out frustrations)I decided to ride and just. Down below she wore a pair of sleep shorts that hung loosely around her thighs giving me a slight peek up them, just enough to tease me but not enough to see her pussy, at least not without sneaking in.Kenzie was asleep on her side wearing a very snug tank top that was a little revealing with plunging arm holes that showed off the sides of one of her breast as they rest one on top of the other, Her nipples poking through the thin fabric. If not for how snug the shirt was her boobs might have. She saw his head writhe upward. She knew he liked it, serving her, hurting for her. It made him feel like he was serving something greater than he, and no matter how much he hurt, no matter how much he was debased, all he wanted was to revere his lover as the goddess he saw her as. He felt her get off him and followed her with his eyes as she took her place at the head of the bed. She looked at him, still at the foot of the bed, still on his hands and knees. She beckoned him with her index.