Sometimes her smile looks almost knowing. Sometimes inviting. Sometimes as if she knows exactly what she is causing. Sometimes innocent.And it gets me...hot and bothered.The other day, I needed to tell her something and when I called to hear where she was, she called softly and said: "I'm here - in the washing room". Knocking on the door again, I made sure that I do not intrude, as it is also the room in which she changes into her working clothes.Her dress sense is modern and she likes earthy. Then she turned to me, "Eric, which of us do you want sitting next to you?"To be honest I was getting tired of all their attention. It was flattering, but a guy can only take so much. Anyway, I suspected I knew where this would go - whoever I picked would think they were my favorite, and lord it over the other girls. And I hate playing favorites. At the moment, Bobbie was walking by. So I spoke up, waving my hand to her. "Hey Bobbie! Want to sit by me?" The three girls looked confused, and. I dropped the panties to the floor and began taking off my clothes. Naked in the barren, cool dark laundry room my cock ached a strange powerful longing, a hardness it had yet to experience. I retrieved the panties and trembling I pulled them up my legs. The sensation of feeling the feminine undergarment on my boyish skin thrilled me as I shook in unknowing lust and anticipation. As the silky, satin bikini panties were pulled into place my cock felt a soothing sleek sensation that steeled it. He just laps up all of the juices spraying out of me. Jake is finally finished and he lets tim in to coat the dildo, Jake obviously knows what Tim's intensions are. Tim wastes no time.He coats the dildo and removes it, not trying to make me orgasm again. After tim moves jake steps back up to plate and I have the craving to touch him. His naked body, in the dim room, he is everything to me at this moment. The feeling of wanting him is quickly replaced by needing him. I don't say anything because.