Ah, yes, that magical night... when so many romances begin or end, and so many promises that can't be kept are made... and when so many cherries are p...pped. But not mine (getting ahead of myself here). This was one of the big three nights for defloration, along with Prom and Graduation. Brad invited me to a party at the home of one of his buddies. Only about a dozen people were invited, and his friend's parents would be there to supervise. No alcohol of course, and everyone was to be picked up. He was gazing into her eyes. No, she thought, he was gazing directly into her heart, her very soul. He smiled. “Why are you sorry, Cat?”“I should be pleasing you and, instead, my pleasure came first.”Her body continued to move up and down on his cock slowly and smoothly. His hand still on her breast shifted to pinch and twist the nipple. His fingers on her cheek moved to her lips. She opened them and sucked his finger into her mouth. They both sighed. They both felt the rebuilding of intensity. He has to be able to go out on his own. You know that." I know." Shawna quickly patted herself down checking for keys."Non-verbal?" Elspeth started to ask, but Briana tugged her back, gently."Is there anything we can do?" He stops talking," Hope explained to Elspeth, as Shawna returned from the kitchen with her keys."Why?" I don't know," Shawna admitted."Can we help?" Briana asked again, opening the door for the hurrying pair."Stay here in case he comes back," Shawna told them with a tight. I slipped occasionally. Three hours sleep will do that to you.A scream pierced the air, and I knew Candy Lipps had made it home. I kid you not. Candy Lipps. Directed by Rod Sterling, a man who rose up in the ranks from porn star actor to director because his creativity couldn't be denied. Oh, and the man providing the pistoning was a large Italian stallion named Leon-hardo Dahvi. Really. Personally, I believe he had someone pick that out for him. As much as I don't like putting people down,.