Back home she had always felt that if she didn’t live in an artistic neighborhood, she didn’t really fit in. Here it was something else. Everywher... she looked screamed ‘look at me.’ And she wanted to look at everything, but more importantly she wanted to experience it. At twenty-five she had achieved more than anyone else in her family ever expected. College was a luxury and she had made it with the help of scholarships, something her parents wished they could have helped with but couldn’t.. . everyone was either talking about the Prom or how they fared after the Prom. There were a few gossipy tales about who lost their cherries and who got the drunkest and puked all over their dates. I'd never paid attention to those things before but I was sensitive to what was being said about Katie and me. Fortunately there was nothing said, at least to me, that implied someone had actually seen us at the motel.I got a few jibes about having the bad luck to be with a chick who was never going. I slipped off the bed and walked towards my bedroom door locking myself inside. My mind was filled with confusion as I walked all over my room wondering about the things that happened. I looked at myself in the mirror thinking deeply. A few minutes passed when I realized I was staring at my own body in the mirror. The reflection showed a young girl of 19 years with feminine curves and bums. My hips were wide yet slim with a medium sized pair of firm, fair breasts gifted to me from my mother. My. He knew I loved that. So I turned one leg upward and gave him room to play. Now Tom walked down to the area of my cock and Frank's head and offered his cock to Frank: "Mind if I cut in for a minute?" Frank took his mouth off me and Tom stuck it in, instead – and reached down to stroke my dick. I kept working on Frank, and just let the pleasure flow. I could feel his head in my mouth. I took his long dick in as far as I could, and sucked on it. That made Frank moan, even with Tom's cock.