My jaw dropped open. I had not wanted to think mybeautiful young daughter might have already lost hervirginity, but with a face and body... like hers, Ishouldn’t have been surprised. And I certainly didn’twant to think she might have inherited her mother’s `hotpants!’ Frowning at my stunned look, Bobbie said, “Well, I’mnot a tramp! I’ve only done it three times, and with thesame boy. And if you’re wondering,” she went . Most people say you cannot make a relationship from a one-night stand, but our relationship has been nothing but fantastic.I applied a rich, chocolate eye-shadow to my deep blue eyes, and made sure my blonde hair was perfectly straight. On my 5'7 frame, my hair fell down to my waist. My 34B cup boobs looked extra dapper in my strapless, skin tight club dress, the same deep blue as my eyes. I applied a coat of red lip-stick and added all the necessities into my clutch. I didn't put on any. He took a swing at me, but never managed to connect and I ended up dropping him. Two other guys decided to get into things, and I put them down too. The rest figured that when five to one odds didn't work, they had other places to be and left.Nothing was really said about it, but I know that the main instigator - Jed, didn't forget about the incident. From being big man on campus in the spring, his name was mud by mid winter. Things went down hill for him and he got expelled. I didn't think. With our hot, panting cheeks now resting on one another, our hips now move in one tight, fervent rhythm. I feel your breath moisten my ear, and our soft moans make their own simple music – my long, deeper moans accented by your shorter, gasping ones. Our rhythm builds, and we grind our pelvic bones together on the in strokes, inflamed hips driving in spirals toward one another, and kissing intimately when they meet. ‘Are you going to come for me?’ you whisper in my ear. ‘Yes, soon,’ I reply.