The Summer Carnival that had taken place three weeksafter the end of seventh grade. Cindy had practically dragged me intothe booth, threatening me wit...h an atomic wedgie if I didn't comply. Theresistance I attempted to put up, as the Borg would say, was "futile".When it was over, I pretended as if the event had pained me down to mysoul. I even demanded she destroy the evidence, lest it fall into enemyhands. She'd responded by tacking the photo strip to the corkboard inher room, promising to use. I wantto ask her to Live Together with me!"This society had different rules than his, and the closest thing to thelifelong commitment his world called marriage was Living Together. For 90days two people would Live Together every minute, eating, sleeping,working, playing; everything that one did the other would do with her.He had asked, "Why only 90 days?" and she had answered with a laugh."Hah! Because no one can stay in a relationship that intense for more thanthree months!"He glanced up at. I grabbed two handfuls of her big tits. It was a wonderful tight pussy as I began to fuck her. She rubbed her clit and now moaned out of breath. It was like fucking a young girl. So tight and wet. She began to get all excited and wrapped her legs around me. “Yes...it’s working…oh Yes…OH YES!” Now we were fucking at full speed as she groaned with the pleasure. “Yes baby yes! Deeper baby…take it home…Oh God…YES!”She was not use to having a dick go that deep and she was going wild fucking me deep.. I think that’s why I went out with them. And because for some reason, they wanted to go out with me, heaven only knows why. But the truth is–‘ Then he stopped, staring down at her as though he’d unexpectedly stumbled across a cure for the common cold. ‘What?’ Perplexed, Melissa stared back as his eyes roamed her face then dropped lower, to her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. And unused to being the subject of such blatant admiration, she found herself blushing all over again. ‘What?’ ‘God.’.