There I was half drunk horny as hell and did not know what Scott would think. I dot myself another drink and went to the living room. Scott looked at ...e and said, "Damn girl all dressed up like your ready to get fucked."We smiled at each other and I sat on the foot stool in plain view of all four of them. Listening to their conversation I would causally position myself so any two of them would have a crotch shot of my freshly shaven pussy. Scott was the first to notice and make a comment, then. Chris stood as still as a rock with one hand pushing his cock down but looked at the other guy from the corner of his eye. As they stood there breathing slowly and lost in sexual thought, a third guy walked into sight and came to stand closer to Chris. In a second he reached out and touched Chris’ thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. He left the hand stay there and relaxed his arms and the guy took it as a sign and started to stroke the hard muscles under the towel. Wasting no time, his hand. She must had seen the puzzled look on my face. "Like this" She walked up to the toy and she squatted over it, then she almost took her bottoms off exposing her vagina, letting the water spirt up between her legs. Seeing this excited me and made me nervous at the same time but I didn't know why. "See, you just pull your bathingsuit like this." She giggled as she held herself over the spouting water.I was hesitant, I felt like we would get into trouble. I didn't know what masterbation or sex. I suppose I used to think she was okay, until …”“Until she took Stephen Laughton, when you’d seen him first?” He finished off her sentence when she couldn’t complete it. She flinched at his words and then fumed, having evidently been called on her secret.“Something like that. Anyway,” she said, trying to brush the subject away, “she caught me off-guard when she asked me to be bridesmaid. I’d said yes before I knew what I was doing. I’ll find some excuse to back out.”“Don’t.” His tone was.