The only down side to things was the knowledge that after the dance I would probably never see her again. I knew I was being used by Mary to get back ...t the guys who had turned their backs on her, but I didn't care. I was in love with her.The night of the prom I picked Mary up in a limousine hired by my parents. It was a surprise and my dad said, "Your mother and I wanted this night to be memorable," and he handed me a hundred-dollar bill, "Have fun, but be home by some time next week" and both. . no touching 'til I say so!I keep stopping, talking about what I'm going to do to you in between blowing my hot breath into your cock, tasting the precum that's oozed through the fabric. I ask you if you want me to 'release the b**st' and you begging response starts to arouse me. Hmm. Yeah.. Let's taste that cock! But not yet, you need to wait, I'll make you wait...I use one finger inside the waistband to slide back and forth, sometimes letting the fingertip run along your length. I feel you. “I so want to meet everyone!”“Why don’t you come for Thanksgiving?” Lissa asked. “That will give time for Tony and Melody to get settled back in school, and I’ll be done with The Open. It’s in October and things will be pretty crazy before that.”Just that quickly it was agreed that my folks would visit us for Thanksgiving. I thought that was pretty cool. My parents were coming to visit my girlfriends and me in our home for a holiday! Wow!Mom and Dad were pretty amazing. I’d never doubted how. Benjamin Dacosta was sitting on one, in an embroidered satin robe with jet black silk slacks underneath. The accoutrements were appropriate for the Victorian style room they were in. With the robe undone his taut chest and muscular abdomen were in partial view. Kneeling in front of him was a college aged girl in that famous Baxter House thong. Her hands were on her knees and she was leaning forward, her breasts swinging pendulously in anticipation. Serena was seated next to Dacosta in a similar.