I told him not to worry about hurting my hand. I knew that what I'd just learned was worth more than the little bit of pain he'd given me.Later that n...ght, after everyone was in bed, I heard Mr. Parsons yelling at Mrs. Parsons again. I couldn't sleep until after there was quiet coming from their room. I knew that I'd have to stop seeing Bea while Mr. Parsons was staying at the house. I didn't have to stop thinking about her though, so I did think, and I played with myself while I thought about. Prom Night.This was it. The last night of my being a high school girl. The night many women never get over, or never stop regretting.It had to be perfect.It was going to be an Arabian night. Partly my salute to our boys out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a chance to pin a corsage to a girl. Most were just trying to make sure they didn’t come home in a bag.With my crazy schedule I had passed on most of the final details to Faith and. I was wearing a really tight fitting fuck me dress, since I had just come from a client's house and apparently he enjoyed the view. We both left the store at the same time and I offered to blow him for $5 like a cheap hooker. I was sucking him like a fiend when he finally ejaculated in my mouth and I savored every drop of his sperm. He had pulled out my tits and was squeezing them while I sucked him and my dress was soaked with breast milk as I said goodbye and made my way to my car $5 richer.. She would be standing up for the rest of the day, she knew, and even at meal times she would be sitting on the thick cushion she had in her bedroom for just that purpose. All this and she never even broke the vase, she reminded herself. How unfair was that? As Helen kept looking at the blank wall she started to tell herself that really it was all her fault. She had told Mrs W she would stay at home and work. She was the one who had lied and gone out to the shops. If she had stayed at home then.