It wasn't that different from planning big parties at the sorority, but there she had more help and a lot of history to bank on.Soon the orchestra lea...der had them seated and began the concert. He made them repeat several passages until he was satisfied that they were doing well. When she sat, she found herself enjoying the music. The parents seemed to be pleased with all the arrangements. She could finally let her shoulders down and relax.She had several inquiries about her status and where. You used me and abused me and I loved it! I love you!" She said it but I had trouble believing it."And I love you. Come on, it's time to get dressed for dinner. You look magnificent just as you are, face flushed from fucking, but I don't want any one else to see you that way. That's for me only. Right?" Of course silly." She went in to get dressed for the party.The first guests were to arrive at 7:00 and we were dressed and ready by 6:45. I looked at her in that blue dress and I choked up.. It was my cue to do the same to Anna, who was responsive to my fingers down her panties and hungrily kissed me with her tongue. Licking the inside of my lips in circular motion to suggest to me what she wanted me to do to her pussy lips. Or, at least, that is what I thought it meant. She led me upstairs and I fingered her as we slowly went up, enjoying every rise in the stairs - discovering my the third or fourth stair that she was nice and hairy and wet. So this was it, I thought. I'd be. "What brought on the desire to see her pictures?" You mean, other than the fact that I adore her?" Is that her squealing?" Bridgette said. "Stoney, you're spoiling her." Happily so," I said. "We had another couple over, and the wife was a fifteen year old redhead..." Wife? Fifteen?" Bridgette gasped."Long story," I said. "Good ending. Anyway, it got me to wondering what my own Johanna looked like as she grew up." Ahhhh," Bridgette said. "At the risk of sounding like a doting mother, which I am,.