"You guys must get laid all the time." We do alright," said Tom laughing, "and it's not just getting laid." It's not?" I said."Oh no," said Tom, it's ... lot easier to get your cock sucked too." The girls back home never wanted to do that," I said, remembering how disgusted Mary Ellen had been when I asked her after prom."Some guys like to do nothing else," said Tom."Really?" I said, eyes far away as I sipped my beer."I've walked into a bar and had a stranger swallowing my joint within fifteen. She didn’t want to poke out so much, as that always got her attention in school, even sometimes from teachers.She felt a hand along her inner thigh, “Spread your legs a bit more please,” the assistant said from behind her.Fighting her instinct to squeeze her legs tighter, she asked, “why?”“To measure your inseam,” she explained.“Please dear, just follow instructions and this will go much faster.”Timidly, Nicole complied. The tape measure came and warm fingers pressed up against her womanhood.. .. they were going to be in St. Barts for a long time!Thank god ... she muttered to herself.And promptly groaned. The parents on the trip had demanded that they get there an hour and a half early ... meaning five in the morning ... meaning leaving at four in the morning ... meaning waking up at three in the morning ... meaning thank god the flight was long and she could sleep ... meaning she better not be sitting in a three-person between Henry and Luke, even though she already knew this was. His gaze moved slowly away from his mother and across the sea of heads to look into my own eyes. I nodded cautiously and then returned to the two men and a women, and the conversation ongoing between us.The well-dressed quiet young man watched his mother as she became more inebriated with her martini's, staying near her almost protectively. She was seated with plenty of thigh showing from the gapping slit in her dress as she laughed at some joke one of her social set passed on. Most of the.