So tonight's costume was as much a present for him as it was an opportunity for me to show off. But where in the heck was it?I looked down and gasped....God, I was already wearing it! Sheesh, Marty, I told myself, you're losing it big time if you can't even remember getting dressed. But even as I thought that, the memory came back, slipping the sheer soft pants over my freshly shaven and creamed legs and the struggle I'd had with the stiff beaded bra. It almost didn't fit and my breasts. People started showing up as soon as school was out and we moved from my house over to the Methodist Church basement. I took my Mac and printer with me when Donna came by and in a few minutes, I started printing leaflets. By some fluke at the school, our parents hadn't been notified of our suspension yet. You gotta love bureaucracy. Dr. Dewey suspended us. I'm sure Principal Darnell wasn't filing any reports. St. Luke's had become sewing central, so it was mostly guys with Cassie, Donna, Rhonda. Soon I felt a glob of semen drip out and onto my fingers. I was experienced enough to know what pre-cum meant.“Oh God, I’m going to cum,” Brian groaned.“That’s the idea,” I giggled from under the sheets. I shifted my focus to long pulls up and down his shaft with one hand while fondling his sack gently with the other. About ten seconds I felt his hips draw away from me and his cock prepare to fire.“Here it is, here it comes!” I said in gleeful anticipation. Brian writhed on the bed in ecstasy.. I stopped well before the point of entry, as I wasn’t ready to be opened again. Once again I eased down on him, this time feeling some pleasure as his cock came inside me. But still no farther that I could feel. Once again I moved on him, and again, and again. But now I was feeling much pleasure being opened, my downward pushed were more definite, stronger.And then, magic: I opened to him. I swear I could see my stomach bulge with his presence, I could hardly breathe, no that wasn’t it I was.