My tummy was fluttering, though that was only on the inside.Daddy, of course, was downstairs watching TV and reading the newspaper, totally oblivious ...to my anxiety. He would only find out about my display after the ball was over, presenting him with, as Mademoiselle Duclos would say, a fait accompli.I wondered if she was going to be there at the dance as a chaperone. I hadn't liked the way she'd fondled Carl. Maybe my being there in the altogether would warn her off."You're very brave," mom. She was wearing a shortish white dress that displayed an exceptionally graceful pair of legs, which, like the rest of her, displayed a rich golden tan. My original plan had been to get her home and question her in more detail, but I feared that her nervousness might return and make it hard to get a sensible account from her. So I came up with Plan B, which was that I should take her upstairs and fuck her brains out. Obviously this would knock her out for some time, but when she recovered she. He was running his fingers through my hair, caressing my scalp, and moaning his approval and encouragement. “I’m gonna cum!” He panted, through laboured breathing. His thighs bulged, his tummy flattened and his hip bucked beneath me. His glans seemed to grow between my lips. Suddenly he cried out, somewhere between a bestial roar and a breathy grunt, his cock pulsed beneath my fingers and the first jet of spunk splashed hotly across by tongue. Almost immediately, second larger and more. But we both know how wrong this is!" I continued kissing her neck as her hands squeezed my back, pulling her closer, "so we need to agree that this is our secret, no one knows and we never discuss it when anyone else is around!" Definitely." I reply as I undo Jane's top and let it fall. I gently cup her breasts, pinching her nipple between my thumb and finger. I can feel my cock hard against Jane as we continue kissing eagerly.Jane steps backwards and sits on the bed, leading me to her. I stand.