They looked so damn CUTE together, like they were saying "Yeah, we're every cliché in the book, but we make it look new and fun". There was an ...ngoing project by the in-clique to have them preemptively declared the King and the Queen of the Senior Prom, and one had to admit that there weren't many better choices.As Dana finished a circuit of the main room and headed for the table with the drinks on it (mostly soda and water, but in homage to the teenager-created tradition, there was also. “You can’t. You mustn’t.”“All right,” I said, keeping the anger inside,Aunt Sadie took a pace back as she stared at my face. Then she looked down across her bare front before she smiled at me with shyness in her eyes.“God, you sure you really want to sleep with an old bag like me?”I nodded and hauled out my cock.“Oh my,” Aunt Sadie gasped.“See?” I said.“You’re eighteen, I’m fifty-three. Surely you’d rather be with a tight girl? I’m all saggy and old.”I grabbed her and kissed her.“You’re so. ...he just laughed”kneel up” came the instruction, which I did immediately. He started working on my nipples, pulls then through the material of my dress. “Take it off” and I removed it as quick as I couldHe spat on me. “Fucking pathetic queer white boy” and he resumed working on my nipples. I usually enjoy quite rough nipple play, but this was next level, he pulled, pinched and twisted until I was literally begging for mercy. I wish we’d agreed a safe word!more spitting followed, on my face. Everyone was feeling the effects of too much sun. Lenore and Ashley fell asleep before the minivan was on the freeway. I ended up talking to Becky for the ride home.After that trip, the rest of the summer passed by in a blur. Jason and I both started exercising even more as we tried to get into shape to play football. Jessica was challenging us to keep up with her as she pushed her own endurance training. She could not make the football team, but her plan was volleyball in the fall, basketball.