The next evening was the night of the ball. When I arrived at her hotel she was waiting for me in the foyer. She looked absolutely stunning! As we rod...e together in the cab to the ball I was acutely aware that I was sitting close to a beautiful and very desirable woman. When we walked into the ballroom Madeline created quite a sensation. She was immediately surrounded by admiring men. I stepped away and allowed her to enjoy all of the attention. I did manage to have a couple of dances with her,. They wouldn’t fit, but the tightness and the movement of her hands and mouth against his tender balls were all the guy could take. She felt a final tremor in his balls, and then spasms hit him, and the head of his cock squirted a thick, gooey wad into her throat. She felt it explode out of his head, as she was tonguing it. Her tongue created an obstruction so that a part of the prolific explosion fell back against his shaft, and she mopped it up again with her tongue. His secondary and tertiary. We’re standing in front of the wide glass windows and there’s a huge, glowing moon hanging in the sky, it illuminates the room and our bodies in its shimmering white light. We stare at each other for a moment before she bends to her knees, unzips my pants, and slips out my steel-hard cock. She begins stroking it slowly, her smooth palm gliding from the base to its pink crown. Ms. York looks up, her golden hair falling over her eyes, and smirks wickedly. I nod in understanding as she closes her. "I was a little nervous about getting caught," I continued, "but I trusted you." That's really good to hear," Steve said, "that you trusted me." The strength had returned to his voice."I must admit," I said, "I'm not used to it. To trusting a guy."Steve grinned. "Maybe you just hadn't met the right guy."I nodded my head in acknowledgement. He reached over and squeezed my hand. Then he turned back to watching the practice, still clasping my fingers in his.Had I? Had I met a man I could trust?I.