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From: Rajah Dodger <rajahdodger@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} [deirdre Fest] <*>deirdre Style - "Prom" [FM, older woman]
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Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2006 05:10:05 -0400
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Prom, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c)
2006.  All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly
granted with the stipulation that this authorship and
permission note must remain attached.

My prom date had vanished.  One of the girls at the punch
bowl said "Didn't I see her go down toward the library
with..." but her friend pinched her or something.  There
was giggling, but I didn't care.  I followed the dark halls
until I heard noises from the teachers lounge.

The door wasn't fully closed.  I heard whispery noises and
could see the gleam of moonlight off pale pink skin.  She
was holding his erection, breathing on it.  Jealousy and
anger made me rigid; I reached hesitantly for my zipper,
tugged it down.

A woman's voice behind me, "Go ahead - *they* won't
notice".  I turned in shock - it was a chaperone, not just
any chaperone, but my date's *mother*.  She gave me an
enigmatic look and continued, "Here, I'll help you."  Her
hand was cool and dry around my erection, and she turned me
back to look through the door together.  I didn't know what
to say, but she had no such trouble.

"Don't you love the way her breasts dangle?  Just think,
they'll be a size bigger by the summer."

"She really knows how to make a cock sit up and take
notice, don't you agree?"

Her hand continued to move along my cock, making my own
hips echo the movements from the lounge.  Finally, after
some muffled gasping and moaning by my date's companion,
she leaned down and whispered in my ear as her hand rippled
and brought forth my own explosion,

"You'll do her *ass* tonight."  It wasn't a question.

/// end /// Written 3 March 2006.


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