I heard his phone ping, and he stopped to see who it was. Anal sex I wore a lovely black skirt, a red top, and knee-high white socks. It was a bedroom, and the lights were already on. As I did more cum fill my underwear, running down my legs, I thought I would throw up at any minute. I threw up in the shower, a mix of bile and cum. After about twenty minutes, a cute boy approached me and introduced himself. “Spread for me, Molly, show me what you want fucked tonight,” Tommy crudely said. My mind was swirling. Tommy was a senior and played football. “Yeah, she’s about halfway through the starting lineup,” Tommy said matter-of-factly. “Tommy won’t mind if you suck it,” The boy stated. The conversation started getting slow, and we had long periods of silence. I was supposed to be home by eleven o’clock. I stood there and watched the crowd. “Home, Dad,” I yelled. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Tommy moaned. “OK, baby, time to get the party started,” Tommy said.
