Here is your bouquet of white roses and bluetipped orchids for the Prom. Hope you like them."As he said this he handed me a beautiful bouquet of my f...vorite flowersplus some that complimented my dress. I was in Heaven. He was soromantic and was really sweeping me off my feet. Beth grabbed hercamera and took several photos of us, then we said our goodbyes.Leon escorted me down the path, with the smell of roses in the eveningair. He guided me to his car and opened the door for me. I swept. When I got her good and stretched, I poured some more oil on my hand and coated my dick with it. I poured a little more on her lower back and let it roll down between her cheeks and down to her asshole. When I was satisfied that both of us had plenty of oil on, I took out my fingers and slowly inserted my cock into her ass. She was tight as hell back there but thanks to my fingers and all the oil it didn't take too long to go all the way in."Oh, fuck!" Stacia groaned. "It feels like I'm being. And then, more weirdness. It felt like it was kissing me, but with more than one mouth. A dozen soft, sucking, wet butterfly-light kisses traveling along my calf. Shivering, I let out a gasp and tried to free my head, but Alison was having none of it.“Did I tell you to stop, slut?”I let out a whimper and started lapping at her clit, my nose buried between her folds, my heart pounding as I felt a series of kisses along the inside of my thigh, drawing closer and closer to my needy wet pussy,. My book wasn't nearly the rave, but it met with such accolades as 'Another brilliant contribution by Anne Shandol,' mostly because I was consistent. She was right. I think something in me really wanted a little of that attention Maggie had gotten prior. I was showing her a lovely evening dress I just bought (intentionally to draw some attention to myself) and the shoes were, of course, 2 inch heels. I thought the dress was classy. It showed none of my cleavage (but did make my breasts a nicely.