.except for Joey.Joey wasn't gay, he was just... “a friendly nice guy.” Not the sharpest tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grad... in education but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smile for every body and would do anything for you to “belong,” to please you, or to make you happy, including as it turned out, giving you a blow job. If you left it to him when you asked for one, he would just smile, drop to his knees, fish out your cock and start. But at least it fulfilled the requirements. It was floor length. She stood before the bathroom door mirror, holding the lame gown beforeher. Could she still get into it after twelve years? She stripped down tobra and panties and studied her reflection. She was full grown. But shereally wasn't much bigger than she had been when she graduated. Sheslipped it over her head and struggled into it. It fit a bit tight about the hips but she guessed an audience of menwould probably approve. And if any. I was bruised and it hurt to sit down for days." "Nancy you weren't spanked, you were whipped and that was child abuse in my opinion". Craig now knew why Nancy had a strained relationship with her father. "If you can, let's forget I ever mentioned spanking you. I promise I will never spank you unless you ask me to". Smiling, Nancy said, "Well don't hold your breath, because that will never happen". "That's OK with me", Craig said as he took Nancy's hand and they walked back towards the girl's. You tell me how wet you are as you push the tip of your finger inside your hot pussy. You slide it all the way in and begin to finger yourself. You look at me as I begin to stroke my cock as I watch you play with your pussy. You take your finger out of your hot wet pussy and bring it up to your mouth. You lick off all your juices. You look down at me and position yourself over my cock. You tilt your head down and let some saliva drool out of your mouth. It lands perfectly on my cock. As.