.languorous..became subtly more sexual. I think in part by my state of mind, and in part intentionally. There was more bending over at the hips instea... of kneeling, already sheer fabric stretching thinner over her ass in normal situations, yet nothing that could be called out as unusual, the sort of obvious presentation that can escape anybody else aside from the already alert. I typically wear boxer briefs, but I found myself pulling on boxers whenever she'd visit. I'd abandoned them years. This was much better than the regular dances we went to, in part because we were all dressed up. The flowers and favors on every table, the decorations, the gowns, everything combined to make this a very elegant and romantic evening.Dance followed dance, though occasionally we sat one or two out and talked. That was the exception. This was the South, so the Prom was about seeing, being seen, and dancing. It was a promenade, where Eric showed me off, and, I showed him off. I could feel the eyes. I swiveled so I sat sideways on the toilet seat and could lean back against one wall, putting my foot up on the other one. That gave me good access to both my clit and my dripping wet pussy, so I started to stroke the first and tease the other.I began to dip my fingers into my pussy... first, just one a little bit inside, but then two, and deeper. Combined with the clit stroking, that felt soooooo good. I added a third finger for good measure and as I slipped them deep inside, the width near. It was then that Francesco chose to take Lori completely, seizing her left, then her right wrist in his hands, raising her arms above her head to pin her beneath him on the broad bed. Now she was his utterly, his tanned body sliding, grinding, thrusting....her delicious stocking clad thighs spread wide, the 3 inch stiletto heels of her pretty turquoise shoes pointing at the ceiling, the contrast of his tan against her creamy white complexion highlighted by the warm spring sunshine now streaming.