Dear old Mrs. Coleman pressed play and the cassette began whirring away.For the 20 years the Colemans have organized the Deb Ball, the musicstayed the...same, in fact I think it was the exact same cassette. Thestereo droned out the same crickety old tune it had played many timesbefore and the two couples danced. I was very focussed on keeping intime, leading Holly and not letting the orange drop. My eyes closed deepin concentration. My feet annoyingly rattled around in my shoes, smallerthan they. " Then she pulled me to her and kissed me like her life depended on it. I never felt more powerful."Not that I know of."Then she said something I never thought she would."I'm willing to sleep with both of you. Together, separately, whatever you want, Dean."Anita was pretty--not prettier than Camille, of course. It was an offer most men wouldn't refuse. But I didn't think twice."Sorry, Anita." I had Camille. I loved her, and I didn't need anybody else. "Why don't you ask her?" Fuck you. Fuck. “Tell me again,” she said, an intense look on her face, as if my building ecstasy was, in turn, giving her pleasure. I moaned as her hand moved up my shaft, touching the swollen end for the briefest of moments. “I want to cum on your tits.” “Say my name,” she whispered. “Tell me using my name. Tell me you want me.” The intensity was almost at its peak but I wanted to do what she asked. “Stacy, I want you. I want to cum all over your pretty little tits.” She moaned and for a second she. I peeped and entered tiptoeing to find the driver taking a nap at the rear side “where he fucked my mom” I thought. I looked and found the camera in its place. I flipped the books pretending to look for a book then carefully I got the camera and hid it and went back to my room.I switched on the camera, the battery was almost dead, so plugged it trembling and started watching. Less than 5 minutes passed then there was a feeble lightening of the door opened and the driver walking pass the camera.