Well they begged me not to tell anyone but it was none of my businessSo big hugs for me and thanks. But then the older girl asked if id take some pics...of them., well yes of course, i was still a horny young lad,lol.i spent a couple of hours photographing them individually and together, in bras knickers corsets and stockings of course, at first they changed out off sight but after a bit just stripped off in front of me. Both had good tits and hairy fannys no shaved pussies back then. Now it was. " I explain. "Oh my" he says with a certain gleam in his eye. "You sure look alot different away from school, what are you doing down here?" My heart is racing at this point and I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "Hopefully you Mr. Tenley." His little grin soon turned into a full ear to ear smile. "I'm right over there in the brown van." I tell him. Both he and his friend exchange some words. I can't hear what they are saying. Then Mr. Tenley turns back to me and asks if it's ok. It was more like an old-fashioned crew cut, Darryl mused to himself. The unstylish haircut and sloppy clothes defined a persona, almost a stereotype, and Darryl was almost ready to categorize this guy in his mind.And yet, there was something wrong - something about him that just didn't fit. Darryl was still pondering that when the guy looked up, feeling Darryl's eyes on him perhaps, and frowned.'Damn, what I wouldn't give for eyes that blue,' Darryl sighed. 'Too bad about the broken nose,' he. ” she giggled and said, “ok ok. Later but not many times. But be quiet now.” I cried in aware voice, “how many? 5 times at least?” but till then she left greedily to dining.The evening of that day i could do anything to fondle her boobs. I was like roaring in the room for a chance. My all anxiety fear had gone. Rather some courage took their place. But nothing happened. The next day afternoon when i was leaving to play i found her swiping the passage. I wore my shoe and pressed her boob passing.