I couldn't get a license without Drivers Ed until I was 18. Doesn't sound like much.Imagine the frustration of a young man who was surrounded by a sea...of drivers; all of them in the same grade. The first commandment of teenaged girls was: THOU SHALL NOT DATE A CAR-LESS MALE. And the second was like unto it: THOU SHALL MAKE OUT IN BACKSEATS ONLY. No car, no nookie. Not even stink finger.The third commandment for girls: THOU SHALL NOT PICK UP BOYS. The codicil: YOU MAY ALLOW A BOY IN YOUR CAR IF. I say to Dad, turn around there and lick his dick. Get you all nasty ass off of my friend's dick. Clean him off good.Dad does. He's enjoying it cuz his dick is hard.I tell Dad when he's done, stand up here and turn around and face me and you old fucking fat bastard.I do and Dad does.I swat dad's balls. He bends at the knees.I say, stand up straight and get your fucking cock and balls back out here you bastard.He hurries anxiously and shakes once he has them out there.I suck hard for about 5. Beth wanted us all making love right there on my patio.Beth instructed in a loving tone, “Doug, you and Ginger take the chaise by the trellis. Jo and I want to be with Brad on this chaise; so Steve you and Megan can become better friends on the one right there.” She was pointing and nudging as she made the assignments.Ginger got her favorite new partner, and they latched onto each other in a great nude kiss. She had hold of his growing erection and was leading him to their assigned bed.Brad. .” I could see it in her eyes. In her smirk. She really had changed since I took her cherry. It had freed her passions. “Fuck, so I guess you're not the Si'lat then, were you, Bettie?”She was the last girl who hadn't reacted. Still lying on the floor with her legs spread wide. She had all the look of a Si'lat. A slut. A spoiled princess. She brimmed with fertile promise. “Sorry, Master. Not the Si'lat. But I think you can figure out who I am.”I was thoroughly bamboozled. “None of you are how.