"I mean this isn't the first time this guy has been in the club checking me out," I looked over to where he was standing with his back to the doorway ...taring in our direction, staring at where 'three' was tonguing my cunt and 'two' had just uncovered my tits, "though he's never been in a room during one of my private sessions before."'One' helped me open up his jeans before sliding an impressive cock out into the open. "Well maybe he wants to join the party," he said as his pushed his erection. That suited Candy fine as she was cherishing her virginity.All was well at Broadfield until one Autumn day when a new lad named Jay Whistler suddenly showed up, (a late enrollee or perhaps transferred from another school?).Nobody really knew. As everyone was settled in their social circles, he went unapproached for the first few weeks.Then one day on a spontaneous shopping run into Laketown, the nearest populated area, Chad Westbrooke the school quarterback, the tall blonde stallion and social. There were a pair who reminded her of Charles and Camilla -they could have stepped straight out of The Telegraph weekend supplement. The elderly man who was sitting next to her seemed a little more down to earth. He lived near by and liked to talk about his two dogs – another pair of red setters, like Sasha and Rosco. Caroline looked incredible, in her shimmery aquamarine sequin-covered dress and she was on form. Ivy looked on with respect as she seemed to effortlessly command the attention of. This guy just lay there with his cock out, laughing away and talking shit. Some of the girls started touching it. Just reaching out and touching it briefly at first then they began to hold onto it. They were all laughing as though it was all a great joke and the girls began taking turns to jerk him off. Not seriously though. It was more playtime than sex time. More laughter than anything else."OK. Let's see who gives the best hand job." The guy on the coffee table said in this very loud,.