It was getting time to go so we started walking out. I told Peter I fucked Erica in the ass, since he said she wouldnt let me, but I dint mention I ca...e in her pussy. On the way out we all stopped and checked in on Erica who was still pasted out on the bed. I gave her a kiss goodnight and he rubbed he pussy a little. I was worried he was going to get pissed off if he felt all of the cum in her pussy. At this point I didnt know if she was still dripping cum or if it had all dripped out or maybe. ’ Louise is a master in the kitchen, and fried fish is her specialty. Not just fried, but deep southern, beer batter fired, makes your mouth water to think about it, fried fish. I got a fist full of the good paper and retreated to my study and cranked up on the typewriter. I had been pecking away for almost two hours when the phone startled me out of my concentration. I had typed fourteen pages and had several more to go. I reached for the phone, and I tucked it under my ear, with the intention. He had sparse, short pubes.The girls hugged and pointed phones, bonding as they could all laugh at the amusing scene of a naughty little boy being spanked.They hadn't all been very experienced, nut they weren't too innocent either. All of them knew that had to be an exceedingly rare size, absurd sight- this naughty boy not wearing any pants at all, face down, bottom being slapped, his nethers clearly visible, albeit hard to spot- was like divine justice.The slapping of his ass, the rhythm like. Whatever that was. But we both hoped that Silvia would see her for what she was, and wasn't. My girlfriend."Well?" She asked spinning around once so I could get a good look at her. "I could fuck you right now." I told her."Hmmm, maybe I should dress like this more often." She said teasingly."Maybe......." You ok?" She asked me then as we walked through the cabin together, ensuring that everything was ready for the charade we were both about to involve ourselves in."Yeah...I'm alright. You?" "I.