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I was nervous but I stood up. He dropped a few coins in the slot and the movie started back up. As I pulled my legs out of my pants, he held me up and took them from me. Now totally naked in front of him I started to sit back down. He said to wait a minute. Suddenly the door opened and he threw my clothes out into the hallway. What the fuck,I yelled. SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH, he yelled at me. Turn around now,he demanded. I turned around and he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down on the. He roughly kissed her lips and grabbed her breast with his hands. He pulled and kneaded her till she was moaning. ‘Ohh yes’ Kara moaned as Evan’s head slipped down her jaw onto her neck then engulfed her nipple in his mouth. Evan bit down till Kara moaned then licked away the pain. Slowly he kissed between her breast to the other nipple and repeated biting down then licking. Evan squeezed and rubbed Kara’s breast till she grabbed his head and pulled him up to her lips and kissed him. Evan spun. ’ He continued, ‘I thought that maybe… perhaps we could get married while we’re here. What would you think of that idea? We could go out tomorrow and find an engagement ring and matching wedding bands. It wouldn’t be hard to make all the arrangements. All we need is $55 for the license, and someone to marry us.’ The tears coming from Annie’s eyes contrasted greatly with the big smile on her face. ‘I think you have a great idea!’ She hesitated a moment before saying, ‘I… I’m not sure… I guess it. Every one at the dance was staring at me. Some of the more crude boys were shouting stuff at me like, was I any good or did I give head. My girl friends looked at me like I had a terrible disease. I burst out crying and fled the dance hall. Outside it was starting to rain lightly and I knew my green chiffon dress would be ruined, but I didn't care. I started to walk home in my strapless party dress, high heels and a broken heart.I had walked about one mile. My hair was soaked and just hanging.
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