After the game, Friday night, there is a dance, and almost everyone goes, mainly because there is nothing else to do in this little town. The dance st...rted as soon as the game is over, and just like you would expect, the music is playing, but no one is dancing. All the students are standing around the dance floor talking in their own little cliques. Quinn and Jazz are standing together with a couple other girls watching the dance floor. Slowly a couple of people start to dance. A boy named Zach. To go home and watch endless hours of TV with no dad to talk to or ask for advice.” I felt my cheeks getting hot. I turned around and faced him. His tanned fair skin almost shined in the setting sun. “That’s all well and true Mr. Bell, but I think I’m missing the point.” Mr. Bell approached me and leaned in so that we were inches apart. “I could be your daddy.” Mr. Bell’s words made my knees slightly weak. I’d watched enough twisted TV to know how this worked. Here he was, so important and. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ooohhhhhhh." Jaime was moving in time with me, her pace increasing as I did, her pelvic area grinding against me. Jaime felt the stirrings deep inside her. Slowly, she was becoming aroused. I was kissing and fondling Jaime, moving in cadence with her as I felt my own excitement grow. I drove into her with a quickening pace and she responded, moving with me, driving her hips forward to meet my thrusts. " Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM!". In my mind, I quickly compared Brad's cock to my dad's and decided my dad's was bigger.By now my pussy was not only tingling, it was wet. I glanced at Cindy, noted she was watching the action in the window, and put my hand between my legs. The moment I touched myself, I felt the dampness in the crotch of my shorts. I rubbed slowly, glancing between the window and Cindy.It was clear that Kathy and Brad were discussing something, even though we couldn't hear what was being said. Brad would talk.