I made a gesture indicating the dress I was wearing when I got tothe lyric about "I drool over dresses of lace," just as Mom hadtaught me to do.Finall... it was over. I curtsied and ran out of the room. Momsaid I could stay in my bedroom for the rest of the party.I threw myself on my bed and cried.When the party was over and I was sure every last kid had gone(even Danny left to play with his friends) I came out of mybedroom. Mom was cleaning up the ice cream from the floor. Istooped to help. . creeping along quietly in the stygian darkness with our milspec night-vision stuff on.Ed, despite being a good thirty or forty pounds over his best fighting weight, could do the old tiptoe with the best and I don't think the pair of us made any more sound than a couple of sewer rats. We didn't need to go far to reach my furthest exploration point, where I had first grabbed Alfie's runners that had been porting Holly. From this point, it was all going to be guesswork. Our best clue suggested. Oh fuck ... were my filters clogged and I was being affected? I don’t know, but I did know I didn’t want this to end. I don’t think Ron did either, he kept looking down at me and couldn’t believe his older brother was sucking his dick and butt-hole. He couldn’t stop cumming, and I couldn’t stop swallowing! Although I wanted to get off, it wasn’t an imperative - I was hard as a rock but could live with it (till I got back to my room anyway). One thing worth note was that neither of them felt the. We loved to make out, and he kept pushing the idea of ‘going all the way’. A phrase that I found charmingly naive, even kind of sweet. But, ever since we started heavy petting, I had decided that I would put him off until he came up with a plan for how I wasn’t going to get pregnant. Simply showing up with a box of condoms would have sufficed. But, I was still waiting and making excuses -- telling him ‘I wasn’t ready’. If he couldn’t think far enough ahead or take enough responsibility to buy a.