How could you possibly know that you won't resent me for it later, when you see someone you know from college get such an award?" he probed further, p...laying devil's advocate.Iris raised an eyebrow. "You didn't think of these questions yourself, did you?" No," Dave said, as the guilty flush he had been unable to suppress made denial an exercise in futility. Besides ... Iris could sense his surface thoughts anyway. "I asked Mom and Dad to help me prepare." Yeah, that teenaged blood-chemistry. "There's one right here too." I moved my hand to touch her leg, so warm through her uniform trousers."So there is," she answered. "But is he as horny as I am?"I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, letting my tongue slip between her lips, while my hand slid up her side and pulled her in close. We kissed and then she stood up, pulling me to my feet by the hand. "Come with me" she breathed.I didn't need any encouragement. Watching her sweet, sexy arse in front of me, I'd have followed her. He started pumping his length backwards and forwards, plunging his thick knob faster and faster into the wet and dripping pussy. I took my place behind Rob and waited for my turn rubbing my cock, keeping it stiff and ready. Rosa had her eyes closed and low, deep moans were coming from her throat. I realised that the boys were now standing up and taking their clothes off while keeping one foot only on Rosa’s outstretched limbs. She was not really being held down any more and she seemed to. “What the fuck, Millie? Stop it!” he shouted.She stopped in mid-punch. Was this John? No, it couldn’t be. Her husband had hair that combed straight back and well, maybe it receded a little at the temples but John had fuckin’ hair and this man had none.The man reached up and grabbed Millie’s hands in his to stop her from hitting him. “What the fuck, Mill? I thought you were enjoying this. Why’d you hit me?”“John? Where’s your hair, John? Where’s your god damn hair? This isn’t funny.”John’s.