I stopped and forced my stride into a machomarch next my pal. "Er, I was just -- just trying to do a -- a victorydance, that's all." But we lost!" Yea..., but -- not because of you. You were just -- just -- wonderful!" Isaid, feeling weird thrill doing it as though I never realized just howmacho he was, especially since lost any manhood to compete with him by,and it seemed as though I saw Tim carrying on my torch for the both ofus. He was my last true link to my former existence and I owed him. I gasped. "Oh my God," I thought. "He's fucking me! We're actually fucking! It wasn't supposed to go this far!" Just then, Mark's hands went to my shoulders and he groaned loudly, as he pounded against me."Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed.A sudden whirlwind of emotions swept over me. While one hand clenched the sheets tightly, the other flew between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit. I felt like crying, but instead joined in Mark's cries of passion. My body started convulsing, and. I discovered that I didn’t have the agility to do the shoe straps within the car, so I lowered the visor and tried to do my makeup. Who ever called those visor mirrors vanity mirrors should be shot--the light was dim and I didn’t really do a good job of applying my eye shadow and mascara. But I figured the bar was dark anyway. So after adding my pink lipstick, I unlocked the doors, swung my feet out of the car and did the straps. I took another deep breathe, straightened my dress, locked the. She worked the graveyard shift, eleven to seven, to pick up the shift differential, and had cadged a ride with a friend to work. She and Taylor would have the house to themselves for hours.They had been dating since the Spring Dance. They had known each other since first grade and had always been friends, but never more than that, and Taylor had never suspected that anything more would ever occur. Billy was almost a year older than her, and they didn’t really travel in the same circles even.