"Paul, I want ... omigod..." and the door closed again and we were caught with our pants down by his sister, Tracy.Paul called me that night and told ...e that he had been closely questioned by his parents about what we were doing and he had denied any homosexual activity between us but his parents still thought it serious enough that they were going to inform my parents as well. Well, shit.So, after a serious session with Mom and Dad, me denying anything gay between us, they decided that I was. Their skirts were rather shortconsidering the length of their cocks. The thick pieces of meat twitchedunderneath their socks. One of the girls had a little wet spot that grewwhenever she took a deep breath.That lovely dick made my mind wander. The desire to taste it, to feel itsliding inside of my mouth made me feel nervous. Even I can admit that Ihad the desire to taste her thick semen sliding down my throat.I kept my head down after that so I didn't have to look at them. Therewas a pair of. The soaked red t-shirt clinging to her body, the drenched jeans weighing her down, the sopping running shoes squishing with every step, petite brown-eyed, cinnamon-skinned Priya stumbled ashore.Jenny lurched behind her, spluttering remarks of disgust. It was all Priya’s fault. Jenny was drenched. Her yellow blouse, neatly tied below her breasts, felt as if it were pasted to her skin. Her white sodden shorts dripped water, one foot bare, the other still wearing a hiking shoe.They both shivered.. His gaze lingered on me and I became self-conscious. I wrapped my arms around me and bent a knee, trying to somehow make myself smaller, if not invisible.He caught himself staring at me and coughed, then looked at anything but me. Again. Which was a really good sign. He didn't seem to want to hurt me and I didn’t want to give him a reason to either.“You will find clothes to wear inside, and a blanket to wrap yourself in. We can talk after you’ve had a shower and some food," he said and pointed.