”“Ask me again at graduation.”“Count on it. Do the rules at your school allow me to take you to Prom?”“I have to ask specific permission e...ch time, but as a Senior I can bring a date who’s a Freshman in college to any dance.”“Do you want to go to any of your dances?”“Just Prom. We missed the Fall dance already, which is OK, because I wasn’t interested in going. The same is true for our Spring dance.”“What are we doing next Friday?”“Pick me up at the store and we’ll have dinner, then go to my. Barry and the new guy both went, “Aw,” as the last of my fluids made a small tinkling waterfall.Pete backed away and indicated to Barry to take his place. He grabbed some paper towels to clean his rapidly shrinking cock, then did up his pants. Barry instantly came at me with his dong waving about like a puppy's tail. He was a little shorter than Pete, so I had to modify my stance. With only a few awkward failed bullseyes, and using my hand for guidance, Barry found my warm, moist pussy hole. He. As Harry began to roll the sticky condom off his dick, something light and floppy suddenly landed with a splat on my bare tit. For one awful moment I thought a bird had crapped on my boob, but then I realised it was another condom full of semen, knotted at one end so the mess didn’t run out. Bloody Janet! I looked over, and there she was, still naked and waving at me. “Bull’s eye!” she shouted. I held up the condom and looked at the amount of semen it held. “Not bad,” I said, “Come on Harry,. I know he could feel the wetness on his fingers. He let out a masculine noise as his fingers went past that barrier and into my pussy. I ground myself onto his fingers wanting more. I grabbed at his neck and moaned his name loudly. I take it you like that? he questioned rhetorically. His voice was deeper now&hellip, a masculine whisper in my ear. The sound of that voice, his breath on my face mixed with his rhythmic fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy took me over the top. I clawed,.