(she was right ,she always is but thats for later) we started to clear things away when bridge over trouble water was on the stereo(thats how old we w...re)she suggested we dance.so i agreed .well that slow dance was everything.whether it was the drink ,night or me.i guess it was just the moment.the years of fantasy and wishing all came together at that time. we moved slowly together to the music.she looked at me like never before.i stroked her hair and looked into her eyes.my penis hardened and. We had a nine a.m. appointment with you. It was set up about two weeks ago. We're so sorry to interrupt you. We told your son to go get you. If this is a bad time? You can call the office and set up another appointment." "Oh no. No. It's alright. I just got off of work and was taking a shower. I'm the one that should be sorry. I totally forgot about setting this up with you guys. Please come in and sit down. Ah...I need to put something on, if you don't mind?" "It's understandable Mrs. C. Thank. For a split second I pause, allowing her to realise what is about to happen. "You can't! Not without lube!" she exclaims. With a devilish grin, I push against the proverbial barrier that is her ass and thrust lightly. My head, still caked in her juices, goes in with ease. She bucks her hips lightly on my cock, trying to pull away. Not going to happen. With both hands, I grip her bucking hips and slam the remainder of my shaft inside of her. She releases a pained grunt, which within seconds. "Just don't sign anything." "I won't," I replied. "So, how does it feel to be eighteen?" "Not that much different than seventeen...I haven't snuck over to Jerseyyet," I replied. We both laughed. The previous Memorial Day, we had gone down to theJersey shore. Even though most of us were underage, no one got carded. "You know, I had a really strange dream about you the other night," saidAlice. "What was it about?" I asked. "You were a guy," she said. "I mean, it seemed so real."I stared back and.