It was clear as I looked her large nipples she was almost as excited as I was for the twin points of her blouse were threatening to poke out someone's...eye out.Her skirt or lack of it was more like a pelmet than a skirt; you know the thing I mean a fringe above a window. Well I already knew she was wearing black lacy panties to match her bra. She obviously did not like tights or stockings as her long shapely legs looked well shaved and I was sure that her cunt was just the same.We looked at the. Something much more than sex but sex definitely was a component. She put a condom in her coat pocket and went toward the roof, dressed like she always dressed for her phantom. The alarmed door had a ‘post-it’ note stuck to the handle. It said, ‘It’s OK, take the note and close the door behind you.’ The February air was in the forties. The light from the tiny sliver of moon glowed off the near white tar, sand and gravel roof. Surely there were lights and cameras. Those were the phantom’s. Several of the men had intrigued and attracted her and as the legitimate portion of the evening ended with the final auction piece, a DJ began to play music, and the dance floor was cleared of the tables that had held the auction items. This more relaxed time of the night enabled the prospective bidders to meet the graduating women and signal their intention to make an offer. It was also an opportunity for the women to show their interest and make a lasting impression on those they might. Tommy was gasping and panting as I fondled that prettysissy's tender parts and wondered over and over why Iwas doing what I was doing.My cock was the least confused part of me. It stoodstiff and hot. Dripping that sweet goo that precedesthe full spermstorm.The cock engages in few ambiguities. On or off. One orzero. Up or down. If only more of life were like one'scock.Tommy moaned and breathed, "Kiss me again, Dylan."I did, sucking his wet tongue yet again as I rubbedTommy's peehole with my.