The first instant prize to go was for the best dressed pre-teen. That went to an eleven year old boy who had on a ‘real’ black and white suit just...like Chris Maple’s. The boy looked just splendid as he skipped around the stage with the other kids. He even had a little black and white showman’s stick that he flipped and tossed about with great precision. He really did look every bit the showman with everyone clapping loudly when he deservedly won his prize ... a day out for the whole family at a. She reached back, trying to urge him on, but he backed up until all she felt of him was a hand balled in the back of her sweater keeping her in place. She heard keychain sounds and small metal snicks, then almost jumped out of her skin when his Swiss Army knife tore through the waistband and seat of her pants. She heard metal hit the floor tiles as his chest covered her back. His hands struggled between them, impatient with the existence of clothing. She writhed against his wrists as he tore. So once we were together, we sit on back seat of his car, we got naked and fun started, ohhh man, seeing that hot in shape guy drove me crazy, all I wanted is to feel his strong big hands on me, it wouldn't matter where he would touch but anywhere it would gave me that sensation of melting, losing control of myself damn, so he is the top one and I'm the bottom, but sometimes we 69, ohh man I enjoyed so much sucking his cock then feeling mine sucked, when I was sucking him I like a lot feeling. Ok. Goodnight.”Feeling like an idiot I turned toward the stairs. “Mrs. Sloan? I’ll let him know... where you are, I mean.”I nodded to him, and turned to the stairs lifting my skirts I walked towards our bedroom.Wondering if John would be home tonight, I unbuttoned my cream shirt with little red flowers on it and pulled it from my deep maroon skirt. Unbuttoning my skirt I let it fall to the floor and kicked it aside. Pulling the shirt off and tossing it in the same pile I sat and unbuttoned my.