She didn't have a date to the junior prom. Peter wasn't hard on the eyes: black hair brushed back, lean face, just the suggestion of dimples, brown ey...s, a couple or three inches short of six feet. It might be nice to get to know this older version of him. Yeah, she could do it, but a girl likes to be asked. "Okay, well, see you," Peter said and began to walk. 'Peter' was just about to leave Melanie's lips when he abruptly turned. "Hey, you got a date for the prom?" Peter asked. Well,. I could feel myself getting wet, and let out soft moans. He whispered in my ear, "Do you want me take you to my room and fuck you?"I could barely say, "Yes, please." I was focused so much on his body, and how good it felt pressed against me. Keeping me in his arms he moved to his room. Once in his room he laid me on my back, and pulled my shorts and panties off in one yank. He instantly buried his face into my warm wet pussy. He continued to lick, suck, and gently bite me until I came. I was. He didn’t put his fingers inside me again or his tongue on my clit, but he rose his hand to my throat and pushed me back onto the couch. I’m breathing as fast as my heart is beating, silently willing him to ravage me as I hoped he wanted to. “Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks me, his lips just grazing my jawline. “What makes a girl good?” The question seemed loaded, but I knew the answer as if it were ingrained in me. “A good girl does what she is told” I say to him, drawing out the. He didn’t use it anymore since his back went out. It was your basic man cave set up complete with a fireplace, a bear rug and a big ass deer mounted on the wall. We rounded the living room but instead of heading upstairs we scooted back outside to a shed. ‘There’s something I want to show you out here,’ explained Gail. Before I could say anything Gail was stripping off all her clothes. With her nylons off along with everything else she started jumping up and down on this old mattress. ‘Here!’.