I want to taste your pussies before you spoil it for me.”Ginger asked, “How can we spoil it?”I replied, “Well that plastic taste, the lubrican... that you brought down, and maybe by mixing the taste as you swap dildos or fuck one another with them.”Ginger smiled, laid back on the floor, and said, “You better hurry them because I’m going to try all of them tonight.”As I leaned into her pussy the other girls leaned back to watch me. I pushed her feet up closer to her buttocks and opened her knees.. She thinks I'm a combination of Joe Namath and that young blond movie star all the girls are excited about. Shit! Naturally I want her to like me, but I don't dare touch her!Since she had started working in a store and selling lingerie she had come out of her shell. She had changed during his term in college, too. She wore sexier clothes, she talked more, she flirted with him when their parents were gone, she wandered around the house with hardly anything on. She was ripe for fucking, and some. . all those variables make it impossible to define the term. So I don't know if the four or five times a day I've been able to spank the monkey in the past is normal or not. Not that I do it that many times each day. Not on a routine basis. But there have been plenty of days when, for one reason or another, I was excited all day long and, every time it raised its rebellious head, I beat it into submission. The day after I saw The Summer of '42 was one of those days. I couldn't get Jennifer. Sooner or later I will slip up and you'll discover something you shouldn't. And then, worst case, I'll have to kill you!" I insisted."Yeah, I can see that -- me running to the police and saying, 'Help! Help! He rapes me!' and them going, 'More than once?' and me saying, 'Yeah, a couple of times a week... ' It kind of goes south from there..." she noted dryly."Meanwhile, you're going to spend a significant amount of time with a bag over your head," I argued."Yeah, well, you wouldn't have a ski.