“Omigod!” he thought. ” What if it’sAngela?” He paused for breath and ran his hands through his hair,trying to regain s...me sort of poise. He didn’t notice that he’dforgotten his shirt. Brian opened the front door. He was astounded to see SharonCherski. Usually, Sharon bossed him around in her capacity as yearbookchairperson. But today she was beaming at him in a way she usuallyreserved for her boyfriend. And standing timorously behind. Then she obviously was obligated to tell the police about the incident.However she really had liked being fucked by both of those boys and had been looking forward to doing it again the following Saturday too. But the two boys fucked that up. Then she asked me how I had manage to survive without sex since my wife had died a few years ago. Well I told her that it wasn’t easy but when you don’t get it for a while you sort of don’t want it as much. She thought that was stupid. Then shyly she said. It was difficult given the circumstances. Pulling my black thong up my legs, the second it touched my needy sex it felt like I was on fire. If I touched ,myself I knew he would know, he always did and he always made sure the orgasm wasn’t worth it. I don’t bother with a bra. I wasn’t going to play fair with Ellis. I wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. Like the only way to get rid of me is to answer my questions. I debate what to wear, what would make my brother the least happy to see me? I. A light stroke of her lower back. A suggestion of what might happen when I got her back to my room. It was almost too easy.Almost.Regardless, it was a lot of fun.One of the things that distinguished this formal ball from any other Saturday night in The Union, was the quality of the live entertainment. Saturday nights were always live music nights, but on this occasion, I’d actually heard of the band up on stage, and while The Mutt’s Nuts weren’t going to be headlining any summer festivals any.