It was then I knew then when they were alone together, they actually hit it off, this was as if they had pre-planned their moves, they knew my reactio... and I fell for it, hook, line and sinker and now, at my own behest, they would soon be naked and enjoying each other, I felt helpless, but sexually aroused at the same time and I was not disappointed when my boyfriend stood in his light grey coloured underpants with his erection straining at the cotton material its outline visible to my k**. I could have lifted her right then. I know I wanted to. I wanted to drive my cock deep inside her tight wet pussy and both of us would have exploded in an orgasm within seconds, but before I had a chance, she pulled back from me and stood up. We were at one end of the couch. As she stood, she smiled at me and moved to lay on the other end of the couch. A small pillow under her head, she spread her legs so one leg was on the floor and one was suspended over the back of the couch. This gave me an. The best thing about it all was that they all knew about the others - so it was the choice of all worlds, no jealousy, no bitching, nothing. I think the worst remark I heard in all the time I was with them was - "Hey, it's my turn! He's mine tonight, you can have him tomorrow." Often I wasn't asked what I thought, but hell! I was young and fit - it would have been rude not to take up what was being offered.I'm a lot older now, and never expected anything like that to ever happen again. But in. He twirled, mocking the move that agirl model would do, and looked back , viewing his rear, seeing a tightbutt and a back unbroken with muscles.He had to admit he had a pretty body. It was not the body of a teenageboy, though, and he felt his penis grow hard with the realization that hecould be looking at a girl's body in the mirror. The body felt foreign tohim; and yet he felt it was a marvelous body, fit for a nice lookingteenage girl.He put on the panty that he had chosen, and the skirt Lynn.