There are two capstones to a high school career: Senior prom and commencement. They were both rushing toward us. It was less than three weeks until pr...m and six until commencement.My girlfriends ... Scratch that. My wives had orchestrated a coup on the principal of our school. We’d obligingly let the Valentine’s Dance slide in exchange for guaranteed admission of the entire pod for senior prom. With only three weeks between prom and the end of the school year, Principal Rice had assured us. All the windows are dark, and I don't see anyone in the courtyard, so I begin where I left off before falling asleep.My hands cup my little boobs and rub. My fingers glide over my sweaty flesh. My nipples get hard and I stroke them for a minute before giving a little gasp. One hand stays on a boob and the other slides down to my sweaty mound.Between my sweat and the juice my pussy is starting to make, my finger shoots between my lips and rubs around. My fingertip finds my opening and slides in. Jaise jaise prema ki mastee barh rahee thee uske dhakke bhi tez hote ja rahe the. Ab prema mere upar mere kandho ko pakar lar ghutne ke bal bith gayee aur jor jor se kamr hila kar lund ko tezee se andar-bahar lene lagee. Uska sara badan hil raha tha aur sanse tez tez chal rahee thee. prema ki chuncheean tezi se upar neeche ho rahee thee. Mujhse raha nahee gaya aur hath badha kar dono chunchee ko pakar liya aur jor jor se masalne laga. prema ek sadhe hue khilari ki tarah kaman apne haton me liye. For me having been married before, I forgot how tiring wedding planning can be, especially for the bride to be. I had a couple of stops in Iowa before going South to Oklahoma. We stopped for the night at the I-80 truck stop at Walcott, IA, spending the night there and checking out the place, a truck stop that's dubbed as the world's largest truck stop. We showered and sat down at a restaurant there and had dinner after I fueled up the truck and parked. This trip as opposed to previous ones, we.