I danced in his grip with images in my mind of those hands wandering, but the song soon ended and he pulled away tentatively, embarrassment on his fac.... He looked out the window awkwardly, as if searching the streetlit parking lot for words, maybe a way to apologize for not getting into the dance. I lowered my gaze to the floor in disappointment, but on their way, my eyes froze on his crotch. The streetlights were highlighting a bulging shape that made my heart stop, my spine tingle, and my jaw. We hurried back to the house and did just that. Paige outdid herself and by the time she was finished with me the bed really did need to be changed. I followed her into the bathroom and watched her take a seat on the john. She didn’t seem to mind my being there. I washed my cock and was about to leave when she spoke. ‘I wonder what he was talking about.’ She was talking about Gordon McMahan’s comment. ‘I have a feeling that we’ll find out,’ I said, and as it turned out, I was right. I busied. She was a bit apprehensive but agreed to come. When we were in Mario’s room for a while he insisted I make out with her. We started to and she soon got into it. Our make out session got so hot she fumbled for my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down setting my now engorged cock free. She grabbed me cock and began stroking it giving me a hand job. I unbuttoned her blouse and let her tits hang out fondling them and suckling on her nipples. We were sitting on Mario’s bed and he slowly made. Ben looked surprised. He was aroused, I saw his bulging pants. I didn’t let him answer. I raised my blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He was all eyes staring at me. “You can touch them, kiss them if you want.” I told him in a whisper. He was motionless for several seconds, then he stretched his hand and touched my boob. I made a step forwards and he grasped my other boob too. I was fondling his penis. I shivered feeling his young and hard prick in my hand. I was overwhelmed by a sudden surge of.