I would sometimes watch them practice, to my pleasure. Sometimes I think she knew.Senior year came. I turned eighteen that year and I felt bold. I wen...t to all of the dances that year. She and I became cool by this time. At our annual Valentine’s Day Dance, I was watching all the couples slow dance one segment that was all sexual songs, but yet I was watching them make out nonstop, which felt so awkward for me. Afterwards, a song played that caught me. I went up to the dance floor by myself and. He sighed, his pitiful 4-1/2” snugged into his favorite asshole. He lay comfortably, if rather awkwardly, atop his Dad’s rear entry vagina and anus combo, a soft rubber rear end and pussy. He’d discovered it boxed on the top shelf of Mom’s closet, not that she’d use such a thing. Bad enough his dad would.Like father, like son, he thought wryly.What he wanted was to fill his deep ass. He’d been online the last two nights, looking for super-size cocks. His best bet was the Rambone, a 14” long. "It’s just kind of nice not to be the one getting stared at for a change." Ron looked at him stupidly for a second, then looked around, blushing a bit when he realized his hand was still locked in Hermione’s and people were watching them. But Ron surprised them all by bringing Hermione’s hand to his lips and kissing it before he gently released it to attack his sausages. "I can think of worse reasons for people to stare," he said, rather matter-of-factly. Harry, Ginny and Hermione all stared at. She had not stopped crying yet and her moans only got louder and louder. Aaahh hhaaah ahhah ahah no no no no no àaaumm bastardd aahhaa mmaahuhuhuI started fucking her ass. She had no energy to either move her hips or moan. Yashu meanwhile took her phone and started taking our pics. She especially took a number of photos of the crying exhausted face of Ashna. I held Yashu’s hand and made her sit over Ashna’s back. I was ramming Ashna’s ass while Yashu licked my chest and my nipples uuhhamam.