“Hi Peter. You’ve still got your pants on,” said Gemma. “Aren’t you ready for us?” Added Aisha. Peter gulped and his eyes roamed over the ...irls’ bodies. They were both dressed in matching black crop tops and short black skirts and their trademark knee-high black socks. Although Peter didn’t know it yet, they weren’t wearing any panties. “Yeah, I’m ready, it’s just…” “You’re nervous that OK. We are too,” said Aisha. “You are?” “Sure,” said Gemma. “If you were a girl, well we’d have had your. Besides, I had other plans for the vacation."Sorry, Mum - I've got that history report due after the break," I answered, trying to hide my impatience, "Connie Radcliffe's coming over on Thursday to exchange notes, and I can't let her down, can I?" "No, I guess you can't," Mum agreed thoughtfully, "in the meantime, Connie Radcliffe will be spending Easter with her own family; hunting Easter eggs, eating home cooked meals..." Jeez, Mum, I'm not going to starve," I interrupted, almost writhing. I dashed upstairs and had a Shower, Shave and Shampoo. Clean clothes and off I went.My First Meet.The house was on the edge of a large town in a nice area and a long drive to the front door.I knockedThe door was opened by a good looking grey heard man in casual shirt and jeans.He said his name was James or Jimmy and to come in.We went to the lounge, sat down next to each other and he had gay porn playing on the TV.He sensed that I was nervous and said to relax and enjoy the time.He put his arm. Richard's hands ran over my nipples and gently tugged at them – causing my first soft moan of the evening to escape. With heavy-lidded eyes from the work of Richard's knowing fingers, mine met Chris's and conveyed a silent invitation. He got up and kneeled on the floor in front of me, so close, I could feel the heat from his breath. There was that smile again, transporting me back to another time – the night of my first French kiss. The room was dimly lit and Simon and Garfunkel's Sound of.