Looking at it now, it was probably a way for the parents to ‘approve’ of whomever their little girl danced with.I have no clear recollection of th... young lady I approached to dance with. All I knew was that we all were the same age, from different schools, and there was a boy for every girl. That was done on purpose, so nobody was left out.Most of us guys were scared shitless. All the girls were very pretty, at least for that night. I thought the girls whose hair hung loose were prettier than. Natur'ly, Orville was pleased as punch, and said so to everyone he met for the next two weeks. Daddy always said word-o'-mouth was better than any damn newspaper advertisement. My ma, Leticia Miles, always agreed with Daddy. She'd been with him through thick and thin since before I was born.Daddy was a farmer in Oklahoma until the economy went to hell thanks to them Demon-crats. He scraped out a livin' and didn't do too bad, all things considered. But when it got to the fact that he couldn't. “This should do it …” Trent had retrieved double-cream and brandy-sauce from the fridge. Lawrence grinned. “Good call, buddy! Real fuckin’ festive!” The boys were taking back control and Jennifer loved it. Strapping males scooping up Christmas lube and inserting it into their girlfriends from behind. A shock of cold and a lewd squelch as Trent shoved his cream-globbed finger into her anus. Next to her Kimmie yelped, her face fraught with anticipation as Lawrence applied the sauce. “Ohhhhh. “Can I come in?” I replied.“Sure, I guess so,” she said.I slowly opened the door, and there she sat on the bed, covering her top half with a sheet. Next to her on the night stand was a breast pump and 4 filled bottles. I could see a wet spot forming on the sheet.“What’s the matter?” I asked.“Well, I was pumping and filled all the bottles I have, but for some reason, I’m not empty.”“Oh” was all I could get out; my gaze returned to her chest as the wet spot got larger and darker. “Kyle? .