The Third of Three was expected to be there.Easy for them to say. They had dates. They had girlfriends, actually. I had nothing, and time was a-gettin...' on. And no way was I going stag. Then Tiger made the suggestion: "Hey, you don't need to be in love to go to the prom. Why don't you ask one of the neighborhood girls you run with? You know, just as friends."It was a capital idea. Now, I knew who Tiger had in mind-a couple of the girls from up the street that I ran with. He knew them. And, yes,. I imagined Lindsay naked on top of me with her small chest hardly moving as she brought herself up and down my cock. I imagined myself grabbing ahold of her boney hips and helping her slam back down on me. It was an amazing thought and when I opened my eyes I saw Lindsay’s eyes were locked on my cock and she had a hand up her shirt tweeking her nipple and the other down her pants rubbing her pussy fast. I couldn’t see any of her flesh other than a small amount of her stomach but just knowing. I must have made some noise as suddenly my brother-in-law looked up from what he was doing and saw me in the doorway furiously masturbating. A smile slid over his face as he continued what he was doing but he also turned his body so I could see his cock rising and becoming hard, there was a pearl of juice leaking out of the tip. All I wanted to do was go in and take his cock in my mouth and suck those pearls of juice down. He slowly raised himself to show me how he was licking and teasing. Walking to the couch where I’d left my clothing, she picked up the pile and took them with her. As she left the room to shower and change, she spoke over her shoulder.“It’s been a while since my husband died and I’ve not had an opportunity since then to master a man. While I’m showering, think about what will happen when I return to this room. The description that I gave you of my time with my husband was pretty close to what you will experience today.“I guess that the main difference will be a.