"And if you weren't attached, I'd take you back there!" she said with a wink.Closing my eyes as we glided across the floor, I thought back.It was the ...inter of my senior year in high school, December 1965. Fall semester was almost over and the winter formal was just four weeks away. One of my buddies had been dating Jane for about a month or so, had a fight with her, and they broke up. I wasn't seeing anyone steady, and after securing his approval, I asked her to the dance, fully expecting to. I cried again, andfell over the bed, broken, and then you retracted a little, make mestand on my all four and shook my butt around your lethal weapon. Istrained a bit more over the pain I was feeling and kept tightening myarse to please you to the max.You pumped in and out several more times and, when I was about to faint,you took it off, got back and turned me on my back, face up, to receiveyour raging beast in my mouth. I got totally filled, your gland pressingmy tonsil and spewing a full. Taking the stool opposite Justin, Mrs. Benmore asked him if he'd like a drink."Just a beer," Justin replied warily."I don't think I have any in the fridge," she told him, pondering, "would you like to try a little rum and coke?"Justin was nervous about drinking spirits. He'd watched his step-father get drunk on the stuff too often. Mrs. Benmore, however, suggested a little wouldn't do him any harm."I'll make a weak one," she said, "you won't even taste it, I promise."She tipped a little of the. Oh my god, I could feel her hot, wet pussy surrounding the entire length of my cock. The pleasure was excruciating. We looked into each other’s eyes and I knew she was feeling the same sensations as I was. I began pumping my cock in and out of her and she moved in unison with each stroke. After only a few such strokes, she was cumming again and using her legs to pull me into her more deeply. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, but I gamely kept up the pace. No sooner did her orgasm subside.