I came as his breath breezed on my neck, with his words echoing in my mind. Still undergoing the sensations of orgasm I whispered."I'm with my husband...and he would go fucking mental if he knew I were doing this, never mind sneaking away somewhere for a quick fuck!" I panted."You're desperate to be fucked. You need a cock inside you, fucking your cheating slut pussy!" He smiled almost reading my mind "Tell him you're away to the ladies and I'll meet you in the disabled toilet at the far end of. As each of his friends introduced themselves, Dillon crossed his fingers hoping that neither of the two hotties would be paired with someone else. Soon enough, the room was half empty, and it was time for those who’d be staying put to step forward.Theodore O’Hare, the sought after honey, was first. Hands plunged into his pockets, his auburn hair – split right down the middle – fell forward to curtain his face as he nonchalantly spoke while his eyes scanned the room.“Over here!” Mihara jumped up. " She stopped, as if pondering something. "You mean you planned this? Is this why you didn't want to go to the ball with me?"Then it hit me. The reason for the tears, the fight with Brenda, everything. "You thought that I didn't want to go to the ball with you?"She took a deep breath to steady herself. "Yes. I thought that you had forgotten about our anniversary. I thought that you didn't love me enough to take me to the ball. I thought... "I placed my finger on her lips, stopping her in. ”“He probably hurt his hand, doing that,” said Bobby. “He went clear through the lath, behind the plaster.”“I don’t care about that,” she said. “He’s a man. If he’s so stupid as to do that, then he can live with the consequences.”She took him to the sink, where he cleaned his hands.“Shall I pay you now, or when it’s painted?” she asked.“Later is fine,” he said.“Um ... do you need any more ... pears?” she asked, blushing.Bobby heard the invitation in her voice. He’d heard that same tone of voice.