He was possessing my body, making it his.I don’t remember the rest all that clearly. I remember thrusting against his ass —which was now pressed t... mine, his body facing away— and feeling my insides spasm in that particular fit of passion that a man’s body was capable of inflicting upon mine, my womb gripping his penis tightly..It was over far too soon, despite the fact that he possessed far more stamina than any lover I had been taken by previously. Even though I wished for more, my loins. " "Oh? Where is he?" "She's dancing," she corrected, fully aware of what he'd just done. His smile broadened and he leaned closer. Rebecca clenched her hands desperately over her half-empty drink. "Why aren’t you with her? Don't you like to dance?" Rebecca shook her head. "Not really," she admitted, hating how boring that made her sound. To her surprise Rome just nodded in agreement. "Same. I have no rhythm to speak of, and I'm not quite drunk enough to make any attempts yet." Rebecca nodded. You ain’t lookin’ so good.” Moe wasn’t feeling so good either, but that was none of Murphy’s business. Mona Dale stepped up like a tiger protecting her cub. “Officer Murphy, is it?” Murphy removed his hat and nodded politely. “Uh, yes, ma’am. Harold Murphy. Please to make your acquaintance.” Murphy’s pale Irish skin bloomed red. Moe had never seen this side of the guy, the side that went all squashy with manners. Beautiful dames could be powerful. “Officer Murphy, this man has been through a. I was not expecting it. As it turned out, it was more awkward than memorable; I never did get positioned to go more than half way inside of her. But we had done the deed. She even bled, so it was “official”. I was so nervous about being caught that I didn’t even cum, and it was clear she didn’t enjoy it that much either. But we assured one another that Prom night would be better. Both our parents thought we would be at an all-night lock-in event. We had a picnic shelter area at a nearby park.