Not long after I left school I heard rumours about Mr Norman that did not surprise me at all. I often wonder what would have happened if I had gone in... So this story is about, what may have happened if I had gone into the house.The storyI looked up at the three story Victorian building and was amazed at the size of it, it seemed to me to be like a castle in a row of castles. I knocked on the door and Mr Norman opened it.“Ahh Mike, good to see you.” He said with a beaming smile. “The others are. The funk, from the night before, was like a fog in the cabin. Jake opened some ports, and led the girls topside, where he lowered the boarding ladder before, as one, they dove into the limpid water of their private bay. They swam and frolicked like three porpoises, for most of an hour, until their bellies urged them back aboard, into the galley, for a breakfast of bacon and eggs. They went back on deck to lounge, spreading oil on each other, to protect them from the mid-morning sun. After an. Upon arrival back at my house Taylor went home to pack for her week long vacation. We shared a passionate kiss in the driveway before she hopped in her car and drove home. Once back inside I was feeling a little bummed. All that I did was hang out with Taylor. We were always somewhere doing something. How was I supposed to fill seven days without her. Katie walked in the living room where I was sulking and said, "Do you want to join me in the pool Jim?"It was already ten o'clock so I was about. For the first time that night the thought entered into my head that I was such a slut.Here I was fucking a guy I barely knew, while my bf of barely more than a month fucked my girls. I imagined I must have looked like a slut from a porno with my legs spread, with one man fucking my brains out and another cock between my breasts. I let the thought pass as I came for the first time that night. I suppose my screams of my orgasm got his brother worked up, because I think he came. Hard to tell.