I knew what we'd done was considered wrong, but I also knew that we would do it again.Later that night, I couldn't sleep. The moonlight through my win...ow illuminated my room, my bed, and my naked body. I was thinking about Morgan and I having sex in our family pool earlier this evening.I was supposed to be babysitting her, not fucking her brains out. Now I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had a raging hardon as I replayed the scene in my mind again and again; my right hand stroking my rock. All the boys here have great looking muscular bodies including my room mate. His name is Beau. He and I have been the best of friends ever since we started school.Last year Beau contracted one of those unpronounceable illnesses. He had been away from school for about three months and when he returned to school found it a struggle to keep up with his studies. Being his friend and room mate it was easy for me to give him extra coaching lessons after school hours in the subjects that he found. Using my hair to direct my movements he positioned me over the back of the sofa, my back now towards him. I could feel his hard cock up against my bum. Still he pulled my head back again causing my breast to stick out, his free hand was all over them. Now his hand left my breasts and moved down to my knickers."Spread 'em slut," he whispered next to my ear; I could only just hear him, over my loud beating heart. His fingers found my wet pussy through the gusset."Fucking 'ell slut," he said,. ‘I prithou, we do not discuss it.’ ‘Well, who was it you … I suppose it did not stop at kissing,’ Vadya said angrily. Tashka looked defiantly at him, a red blush rising in her lean tanned cheeks. ‘Tarra el V’lair van Athagine,’ she admitted in a careless tone of voice. ‘What?!’ he cried. ‘Holy Hell! That lady-hunter! Is he not your brother’s friend? What did your brother have to say to it?’ ‘Yes, I know,’ Tashka said irritably. ‘Clair does not know, of course. He would have el V’lair’s.