It was gold silk andhad a thick fur collar. Ralph picked me up in his father's car. The dance was so much fun and Idanced with some of the other boys ...rom school, as did some of the girlswith Ralph. I was beginning to feel about Ralph as I did about Andr?. Iwas so happy that I knew my world was about to come falling down. Itdidn't, at least not then. After the dance Ralph drove me home but notbefore a stop at the local park.I was ready for this; I was hoping for this, I let him find a. I don't consider myself a rapist. In the strictest sense of the word, I am. That is to say that anyone who commits a rape at any time in their life is a rapist. It's like the old joke. Build a thousand bridges, they don't call you "Joe the Bridge Builder," Raise three strong boys, they don't call you "Joe the Father," but you fuck one sheep...Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I didn't go into Ellen's room with rape in my heart. I was trying to see her naked and maybe you don't see the. ..... I want us to remember every moment." Just your voice sends spirals of need and sweet erotic waves through my body.My hands move to your cock, hard, proud, waiting. I cup your balls and stroke your rigid hot skin. You kick your pants off to give me better access. Lying side by side as your mouth travels across my breasts and sends shivers of need and sexual tension through me, I rub my mound against your cock, the friction of my damp silk and lace panties against your cock almost makes me. Kristen kissed Carole and ground her thigh against my wife's exposed pussy until Carole's resolve weakened.Carole's body relaxed as she gave into the pleasure her body was feeling. She returned Kristen's kisses, tentatively at first but as her passion increased her tongue entwined with Kristen's in a deep passionate kiss."Lay down," Kristen panted as she guided my wife to the king sized bed.Carole willingly lay back on the bed as Kristen straddled her head and lowered her succulent pussy to my.