How I Got Into Justin Taylor's Senior Prom
I knew from the moment I decided to go to Justin's prom, I was going to be nothing but trouble for the others at that dance. After all, I was thirty, and not a chaperone.
Okay, I admit it, I fucked my way in. But, really, are you surprised?
It started with the cop at the school's gate. Now, usually, I'm not into uniforms, but I wanted in, and he stood in my way. Lucky for me, all that it took was a quick blowjob.
Next, I found myself at a standstill with one of Justin's teachers. After a brief conversation, all it took was a wink and a smile, and the next thing I knew, I had him on his knees in the nearest broom closet.
Last, and much to my demise, I came across my next suitor. A female known as Mrs. Littleton. It was at that point I let my dick fall (Not that it took much to urge it down. It hardly rises to the occasion when the occasion is a pussy). Thankfully, I still had my charm, and my good looks, which worked to my advantage.
Finally, I was in. And as I walked in, passing several students practically fucking in their seats, I could do nothing but smile. My eyes fell on him, just as Daphne pointed towards my direction.
When our eyes met, I knew I had found my way home.
That is how I got into Justin Taylor's prom. A little fucking goes a long way.