She had been shifting in my lap for some time. We kept cuddling, touching, whispering, making up. Making up makes me horny (okay, I am always horny). ...You know how things go.“Hey, you two! We are in city traffic here,” Mary called out as Andy and I crawled into the back of the big Suburban where we could lie down. Andy giggled.“It’s okay. So what of someone sees us,” she whispered, her eyes aglow.Is that the same woman who was crying half an hour ago? Then, reason kicked in. Oh, well. There was. Beauty is paramount. Do your best." The sales lady was a bit bewildered by my request but set her mind to the task. Choosing exactly the right dress, shoes and accessories was no small task but she did it up right. Once everything was selected and paid I had the lady package it all up.From that shop I took Cathy to a beauty parlor where she got the works. I had taken the outfit with me there so when she came out I was totally enveloped in the aura of her beauty. She exuded an atmosphere of. I could feel a little bit of warmth down there and I said am I bleeding.He pulled his cock almost right out and looked at it - then he said – yes – you are perfect. I looked down myself and saw his wonderful cock covered in a little bit of blood – nothing like my period – just a spoonful perhaps.By now it must have been a minute or so since he had torn my hymen and had entered into me something I had never experienced before but I knew it wasn’t going to be my last experience – my only concern. We didn’t have complete privacy; Nao’s mum was usually at her house and my mum had taken over the kitchen table with her marking again, so there was no removal of clothing, but I could still feel the results of Nao’s gruelling training regime in the pool through her clothing. And sometimes we would just sit watching, my arms around her, squeezing hands occasionally or leaning in for a soft kiss. Then came the night before Christmas Eve when my parents and I would leave for my sister’s.