..right?" he stated, sounding like he didn't believe me."Yep." I continued to look for some food. I was craving an apple."What that would be?" he ques...ioned."None of your business," I countered."Oh really? Looked like to me that whatever you were thinking about, you were enjoying," he said. I knew he was getting ready to pick on me in the most immature way like he always did. I didn't say anything. I found the apples, finally, and reached to get them as he continued talking."Izzy, were you. I opened the door. She stood there with a bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of orange juice. She asked, "How about a screw . . . driver?" Great double entendre, again, for a young woman. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with. Oddly enough, the pop corn is getting munched about a hundred miles an hour, lol. I spread my legs just a bit more, and wrap my left leg over Ricky's right. He looks over at me , just cupping his dick, and smiles. One of the b o y s hollars out “Hey Matt, got any lube”? This, I surmise, was not his first jack---in fact prolly done had him some pussy, and was already used to the slick slimy feeling. Ricky watches in awe as Jimmy slicks up his dick, and grabbing his balls, and tugging down,. He drew back and began apologizing. Maybe it was his conscience talking because my assurances that it was ok didn't seem to help.So instead I quickly pulled off my top. He froze, transfixed by my D cup breasts. I had had to wear an older bra that night because my newer ones were all in the wash. That meant that the cups were too small and the top halves of my breasts bulged out. I leaned forward and reached behind me to unlatch my bra. I sat back with it still covering my breasts loosely. Mr..