I walked away.SusanMy foot is killing me. I did not want to be here. Neil, my fiancée talked me into coming with him to this gala. What’s worse is ...hat Dad and his “Hey Boy” Greg is with him. I haven’t spoken to them and don’t intend too. I listened to the men talk about how Neil had stolen my heart and brought me out of depression. Was I happy? Who knows. I agreed to marry him so I guess I should be. He’s a good guy, easy to look at and not bad in the sack either. Im on the pill so I don’t. Care to catch a movie with me?”She said yes and we were off and running. On our third date we were making out and it looked like I had finally found a keeper.Then came the historic weekend. My eighteenth birthday was on a Thursday and Pauline’s eighteenth was on a Friday and both families asked us to put off birthday parties until Saturday because they wanted to throw one big party for the both of us.The party was held at the Fox Hills Country Club (Pauline’s father was a member) and it ran. ”Slowly, the long hard cock pushed into her pussy until she felt the pubic hair of her benefactor against her backside. The cock then started to slowly pump back and forth in her body bringing a great deal of pleasure as she licked and sucked on Alan’s dick.She could see beside her that Cookie had layback and had Cord’s hard shaft moving in and out of her pussy in a steady rhythm as they kissed and he palmed her generous tits. Her legs were wrapped around his body as the two started to make. "God, he was kind of creepy, wasn't he," said Tracey after the doors closed."Oh, he's just some old guy trying to make the best of what has to be the most boring job in the world," said Valerie."He was staring at your tits the whole time!" Tracey pointed out."Well, he wasn't likely to be staring at yours, now was he!" Valerie sniped.Tracey burned with embarrassed anger. Her lack of development was a sore point and had been since high school when Valerie blossomed into B cups and Tracey's tits.