I don't know. Would they even be interested in a middle schoolparty?" After spending a little time with the older teens, she wasn'teven sure how she f...elt about partying with people her own age. What'smore, she could tell there was something else behind the question.Something that was being deliberately hidden from her. "Well, you'll never know unless you ask." There it was again... somethingunsaid - deliberately unsaid. But she was right. Rose liked the idea of having them at the party.*Uh.... I knew she was close! Idecided to finish her off with my tongue! I withdrewmy hand from her puss, and began to stroke the side ofher thigh. I kissed my way down her chest and tummyand tongued her navel. She squirmed like a worm on ahook and pushed my head down to her crotch, and criedout, “Oh, please, Pixie, drill me!” a reference to acertain technique I have with my tongue. I was happy to comply! I diddled her clit a few timeswith my tongue, and then plunged it part way into. I wasn't into older women, or so I thought.I got a Coke from the fridge and she came back to the living room. She hadn't dressed. She seemed to have forgotten she was still in bra and panties. Mrs Jones was what you would call average. She was about 5 foot 8; not fat, not slim.; greying blonde bob haircut; women didn't dye their hair back then. I liked her because she was always kind to me, but I had never seen her as attractive or anything. I was just a teenager! Now, seeing her in underwear;. I wandered through the mass of bodies carrying my drink and eying up the women. A hand suddenly arrested my arm and I turned, surprised and a little alarmed.“What the……” Rhonda, large as life and twice as beautiful.“You didn’t answer my message.” Her face was close to my ear, her hair touching my skin, her hand firm on my arm until it slid down and held my hand. “Let’s go somewhere a bit quieter.” I was too stunned to resist as she led me by the hand to the quiet area’s bar. “Let’s get one.