She finished her shower and her morning routine, bolted breakfast, and headed for town with her mother. She wanted to hurry up and get everything done... dress, and be at the Formal. She didn't want to wait around. She saw the line of girls ahead of her and settled back to wait.Her nails... lunch... her hair—she had only been able to make a hair appointment in Upper—and finally, finally! she got back to the hotel to dress. The other girls were there already, though nobody had started changing;. "We drove downtown, and stopped briefly in a swinger's bar, but the place was dead, so we went on down to 1st Ave, and into an adult theater. A crowd of men was clustered in a corner back by the loge seats, but we ignored them and moved to the center section of the theater and before sitting Susan tugged her blouse from her skirt. She turned away from me. "Unhook me," she said. I reached up under her blouse and unhooked her bra.We sat down. In that magical way women have, she wiggled around and. It was during our first week there, we'd had a few drinks and mum had gone in for a bath, she'd called me to take her in a drink and she'd laughed when she took it off me thus displaying a hint of a nipple, all pink and crinkled, now I was only eighteen and as horny as all eighteen year olds are, I'd taken my sleeping bag outside and laid down in it beside the few steps up to the cabin door.I was trying to drag my mind away from that one glimpse of her nipple, but my prick wasn't listening, it. It was all I could do not to fuck her on the spot. But the night was young and I was sharing it with the hottest slut on the planet.During dinner, which as usual was delicious, Chrissy seemed quiet and nervous. She was quite flushed and every now and then glanced at the clock. I asked her if anything was wrong and she said no.We had finished dinner and cleaned up and were sitting in the lounge having a joint and a wine when the doorbell rang. My wife looked at me, turned scarlet red and.