“Does anyone want anything to drink?” I asked. Everyone nodded. I sauntered towards the bar. Deb followed. As we stood at the bar, Debbie confide... in me that she was extremely turned on. “…and I can tell,” she added, “that you seem to like Sandy quite a bit.” I tried to dismiss the obvious, but Debbie knew me all too well. I had to admit, I liked Sandy. “…and you have to admit, Matt turns you on as well,” I remarked to Debbie. “Yes, he does,” Debbie responded. We were at a crossroads.. I work out a lot so I’m fit and I have 6-pack abs too. I have a pretty big dick that grows to 9 inches when I’m fully hard and I don’t like to shave the hair around my dick on my pelvis but my shaft and balls are always shaved smooth. I guess I just love the hair. I have dark brown hair on my head, and, like my mom, my pubic hair is black. Like I said earlier, I have always loved hairy women. Past girlfriends have had full hairy bushes grown out just for me and I have loved every minute of. ..there was no doubting what the object was...Gill was an open minded girl and had the modern equivalent hidden in the back of her own wardrobe at home...she still lived with her parents... God she would die of embarrassment if her mum ever confronted or even disturbed her private pleasure toy.She had however...this afternoon... unearthed... an ancient dildo.It was beautiful...it was wooden ... a light reddish brown colour...with a stunning smooth textured grain...Gill was guessing...Lebanese. I could sense that he was chomping the bit, wanting to get moving, just like me. He was also amused at Greg’s absent-minded musings about our situation.Greg was a profound thinker and felt responsible for us. Like we couldn’t take care of ourselves.I decided to get him thinking about something simple, “Hey, where are those pictures we took and had laminated?”“Um, oh yeah, I think they’re in Linda’s backpack.”I looked in Linda’s pack and sure enough, there was a tube containing the 11”x17”.