At eleven, the family men started to leave and by midnight the DJ began to pack his CD's. Jenny was dancing with our team's quarterback but as they tw...rled around, she gave me a wink and motioned for me to join them. The three of us 'waltzed' with each other doing a crazy dance to a Michael Jackson song until the last song of the evening was played. It was an old Sinatra tune my parents used to play called, "The Last Dance." It was a slow dance and an ideal chance to embrace Jenny for the two. I had enjoyed the lovely Helen tormenting me,but now this fearsome old spinster was going to finish me off!She swiftly wrapped the handkerchief round my erection, which had begun towilt somewhat at the prospect of the old woman taking over. But when shebegan vigorously working her gloved hand up and down me, hardness and lengthreturned with a vengeance. I thought of my position: I was a lovelyaristocratic young lady, in beautiful corset, sheer black silken stockingsand dainty high heels,. Whatever he gave me I would do my best to accept. It turned out to be his tongue next. Warm and wet, slipping over my asshole, tracing circles around it, making me squirm a little. When I was good and wet his finger returned, first circling then rubbing the very center.“How’s that?”“I like it.”Slowly his finger entered me. I could feel each knuckle as it passed through my ring. He pushed it all the way into me and stopped, letting me relax. After a second he started sliding it in and out for a. “Oh?”“Bethany has a steady boyfriend in Madison.”“Really? I had hoped something like that would happen, but I wasn’t counting on it. I always thought she was going to wait until you actually married before she did something like that. So she’s really moving on?”“That’s a good question. I would say that she’s recognized the reality of the situation and she’s looking for an alternative. It’s not all that different from Joyce, who’s hedging her bets, so to speak. She dates, but she has no desire.