As an example, Savannah had suggested the girls put their dirty laundry in a basket and be handcuffed to it. They would be expected to balance it on t...eir heads like African slaves and walk naked to the laundromat by the pool. The pool was at least 30 trailers away, and by foot would take fifteen minutes to cross that distance. Savannah was willing to go that far, but Brock felt it was too extreme and would get them in trouble. Savannah had been willing to bet that the only trouble they’d get. Pierce swallowed hard, mastering his rebelling stomach, and then asked, “When do I get a taste of that pussy? She came home with me, you know?”Though somewhat muffled, Trent answered, “Then come get it.”Pierce knee-walked toward the head of the bed, while Courtney sat up over Trent’s face. Pierce pulled her into a kiss as both men guided her over to the side. Though loathe to leave Trent’s talented tongue, she was eager to test his roommate’s prowess as well.Courtney lay down and parted her. It was kind of mixed pleasure. And I was shy and as well as aroused. I cannot explain it perfectly. But the only thing I can say is. I was aroused and happy. But I didn’t want to take this to the next level.As I was holding my boobs and he could see the laces. My whole hands couldn’t cover up my boobs. I think my husband was actually unable to control to see what it was. I slowly parted my fingers and my nipple came out from between my fingers.He could see my nipples between my fingers and. “Don’t be so shy, Cuz! I’m actually impressed. That looks like quite an asset for guy that just turned fifteen.”Eric snarked, “What? Like you’re some kind of an expert on boy’s weenies?”She shrugged and said, “Maybe not an expert, but I’ve seen a few, and from what I can see of yours, it’s way above average. I’d hardly call it a boy’s weenie.”“Really? I didn’t ... I mean, I never ... how would I even ... shit! This is embarrassing! But you’re not that much older than me. How did you get to be.