” “We'd have time after the prom is over and I'd make sure to get you home by midnight.” “Let me think about it.” As he drove me home in his...Mustang that night, I was sure that we wouldn't be having sex prom night. I wasn't waiting for marriage, but I always pictured losing it with someone special. Someone that I cared about deeply. Someone that I had been seeing for a long time. However, things changed. I went dress shopping with my friend Becky. Then lingerie shopping. She wasn't a virgin and. "Jess, I am 'dressed' but that does not matter. You have a problem andI want to help. Where are you?" I'm at the cafe near your house." Okay. Come on round I'll put the kettle on."She must have ran as the doorbell rang five minutes later. She wasdressed in jeans, a sweatshirt, a coat and no make-up. She had aholdall and it was obvious that she had been crying."Are you okay? Chuck your bag and coat over there and I'll get the teaand you can tell me what happened." She made no comment. She hugged me to her and moaned in my ear. I didn’t feel any strength lost in her legs, but she settled back to pressing herself against me again. Her hips rotated in my hands, which ground her against me. It felt good, just like before, and the heat of her body was more intense since we weren’t in the pool anymore.My imagination kicked into gear again and I had a vision of Jordan sprawled out on the bed in front of me, moaning and writhing. I wanted to see it in reality, because something. This is all I can do.” Jean felt a needle prick her shoulder and then withdraw. She relaxed as much as she could and sank deeper into the cushion, rolling her head on the massive thigh of the man on her left. She listened in the dark of the hood as hard as she could, trying to hear every sound, every nuance. The man on her right reached up her dress and began playing with her member. She heard voices in the van from the seats in front of her. “Please tell me again why you contacted us?” The.