I get to see you naked, you get to pass the class and go to summer camp. And by next year, both of us forget that this ever happened.” I soothed She...thought about it. I could see her pondering. I knew she couldn’t believe that she was in this position, but I also knew that she really had no way out. Of course she could call me on my bluff, but the truth was I really didn’t care what happened to my life. At this point, the prize was worth whatever risk. I was so lustful for her, I really didn’t. I think I like kissing you. Now what? I dont know, Carol, Ive never gone this far with a girl before. What do you want to do? I guess I just want to touch you all over and have you touch me all over, too. Well, I guess we could take off our clothes, I said, not knowing what else to do. Okay, look, we are going to take off our clothes, right? Not counting my shoes and socks, I have four pieces of clothing on. How many do you have? Not counting my shoes and socks, three, I said. Okay, lets take. Half-black and half-white with blonde-brown curls, typically tied into a tight ponytail.Emma Porter: A famous reporter. Considers herself to be the most ambitious of the group, with the resume to match. One of the youngest recipients of the Pulitzer Prize in its esteemed history. She is a very private person, even with her friends, who know nothing of her romantic life... or of her many outrageous affairs, almost exclusively with women. Tall, proud, and statuesque, much like her counterpart. "She pulled the bedclothes off her brother and removed his pyjama trousers exposing his almost fully erect cock. She took off her nightdress so that now she was naked. Ian put his left hand around her and felt her right buttock.Sharon swung her right leg over Ian's head and lowered her damp cunt to his mouth as she locked her lips on his prick.They'd had a sixty-nine in their night of lovemaking previously, and Ian was soon lapping at his sister's very lubricated snatch as her head bobbed up.