" I know," she moaned. "But you have to admit ... it would take a special kind of woman to want to ..." She trailed off. Then, feeling everyone lo...king at her, she added "... you know ... kiss him or something." You mean a hard up one," said Cindy, grinning."Cindy!" warned her father."OK, OK," she said, turning around, and walking backwards. "How come you don't have a girl friend, Daddy?" she asked. "I go on dates all the time, and you never do."Her mention of dates brought back the image. The door bell and phone both rang and letting our friend in as answering the phone had given him the chance to see the disappointment in my eyes as hubby explained he will be gone for almost another week on business. This might sound terrible but my brain was not thinking cause I sat on our couch not even listening to this guys words thinking how badly I missed my husbands touch. On this evening his luck to stop by on the only night I was dressed for bed and showing my bare legs as we sat only. “What can I get you, Sir?”His grin flexed Lana’s pile of pubic hairs. Not really but fuck, please grace me with that. Her pussy juiced herself upon her eye scan taking all of him in. What a delicious man.“What’s your poison?” Her index finger felt up her tongue. She sucked it as she gave him fuck me eyes.“I’ll take a campfire mocha and creamed tits.” His chest shook as he laughed, his cheeks rosy and taut above his grand smile. So jovial. Hot as fuck. “Do I actually order it like that?” he. Overall it takes on a bit of a darker and less whimsical tone, but if you read the whole Prom series, you already understand why. As always, I welcome and appreciate any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you’re too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again. I’m kidding. Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* PREVIOUS — Chapter 4: Dead Battery CHAPTER 5 Rachel’s eyes opened wide and she sniffed a quick,.