He came near me and said u r looking to beautiful today. I wish i could have sex with u rite at this moment. I said we will have it after party when w... come back home. He said i don’t think so. I asked y. He said leave it lets go we r getting late. We lead towards my moms house. As we reached there i took my daughter inside. My mom was also stunned but in anger and shouted wat the hell r u wearing. I said y wat happened its fashion. She said u should wear proper dresses. I just ignored as i. My lips wrapped around the cherry made me want cock in my mouth, mmmm… i snapped out of it and said, thanks for the shot you guys. i’ll see you later, gotta go be a charming hostess, i kissed each of them on the lips again, quick kiss, this time i threw in a little tongue so they could taste the sweet cherry on my tongue, i giggled and pulled away as gabriel tried to grope me and make out with me. i waved at them as i walked away heading to the dance floor. the thought of hooking up with them. Now, I’m not one to hand out advice without it being requested, but on this occasion, I thought it best to point out that he might be missing out on a trick here and that, actually, might pass his own rite-of-passage; I get the feeling that he’s none too experienced in this area. He’s not a London boy and was brought up in a semi-rural community thus the move for him has been pretty daunting. What I didn’t tell him was the story of my own transition between boy and manhood; hardly appropriate. It was loaded with toppings and extra cheese. It was definitely the pizza to die for! But dad had just two pieces and said, “Well, that‘s it for me.” I said, “What? Two pieces and you’re calling it quits?” He jokingly replied, “Hey, I need to watch my cute little figure!” Actually I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dad had become somewhat of a health fanatic ever since mom got sick and died. He lost a lot of weight and still exercises at the local gym faithfully three nights a week after work..