Now for some matching pants. They would probably be in the hamper,because she always wears clothes that match in color. Sure enough, thereare some pan...s that are the color of green peas. Mom calls them her clamdiggers but none of us ever dig clams so I am not sure what that isabout. Anyway, I tug them on. Whoa, they are way too long! On her they donot come far down below her knees, but on me that fall all the way downpast my ankles to the floor. Hmm. I had better untie this bow on thefront of. Then he continuing soaping his body. I did tehe same but teh thought of him naked made me hard. I tried to hide it, but he suddenly looked over into my stall and sees my hardon. He smiles and said it looked like I was really enjoying my shower. I turned away and he said he didnt mind it. It was a natural thing. He talked me into turning back around so he could see. I did and he admired my boner. He said it was beautiful and big for a guy my age. I had no idea how to reply so I just said. He began slowly thrusting in and out and very soon the pain was turning into pleasure for Alex. Justin started to pick up the pace and Alex was meeting his thrusts with hers. The two of them continued this rhythmic ballet for what seemed like eternity until Justin realized he never put on a condom. Alex, I have to stop, I never put on a condom. No, its ok. We learned in school how to track our cycle and that theres a couple days every month where we cant pregnant no matter what. Today is one of. “You may continue.” I smiled at her and started massaging her foot again. Roopa looked like she was in heaven and in no time at all her other foot was rubbing against my crotch. I guess she liked what she felt because she pulled her feet back and leaned forward, trying to slide her hand down the front of my pants. Not being one to make her job difficult I leaned back so she could get better access. Roopa’s hand slid inside my pants and quickly made its way down to my cock, which by this time.