"Good, now that we're on our own, why don't we all go to the parlor," Velma suggested."I'd rather go to our rooms and our beds," Shaggy snickered sugg...stibly."Normally Velma and I would agree," Daphne said, batting Fred's hand away when he tried to sneak it under her skirt. "But tonight we have a couple treats for you boys, and since it involves all four of us together we thought the parlor would be more appropriate than our rooms – provided we had the privacy." It must be something really. He was a big boy for his age and he matured very early. I watched my son in the shower, in bed in the morning, I watched him masturbate whenever I could. I loved the look of his cock. I touched it a few mornings while he was still asleep, I even took it a couple of inches in my mouth a few mornings when he was 16-17. I flashed my body at him ever chance I got. I know I made his cock hard often. I had this idea in my head he had to make the move on me for it to be acceptable for me to fuck my. I was basically bent at the waist my ass out a bit so who walked by the open door can see i wanted someone to join. In other words, I was prone and ready, still nervous shy but wanted action. After about two minutes I felt a hand rubbing on my butt. He played with my lubed hole and put one then two fingers in. I was getting hard and wanted it bad. He played with me for a bit and left, I guess felt I was either to nervous or too tight.I then felt another hand rubbing my butt. Mind you it was. The bar tender was a boy like us waitresses who just turnedeighteen. He worked for one year like we did as bartender for the samereasons the waitresses worked. Once the party was in full swing he wentto the playroom and partied with the rest of us.I learned later he had to be bisexual as he had to entertain men as wellas women. He also had to be fairly well endowed. I also learned to getthe bartender position a competition was held and the one who couldsatisfy the most members in a night got.