She grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. She unbuttoned my shorts and I pulled them off. The cold air hit her and her young nipples stood stra...ght out. She was so beautiful in the glow of the morning light. She wrapped her tiny hand around my semi hard cock and started stroking it. She looked me in the eyes and told me that she just wanted to have sex nothing else. I was now hard and I pulled her on top of me. As she guided me into her warmth she shivered. I asked her if she was cold.. Then I was in the staging area waiting for the signal to step on the transporter disk."You disappoint me," Tess admitted after she had hugged me. "I expected that you'd find someone that you had uncontrolled lust for." Don't be a poor sport, Tess," Mary quipped. "She lost a bet. You have good control over your erection. Why don't you get it up for us and prove it. No hands, just think yourself stiff."Truthfully, I am compartmentalized. Men are like that--keeping things in context, seperating. I had to go to the bathroom, so I asked Julie if she needed to go and she agreed to join me. We walked back through the bar to the entrance and around the corner to the bathroom, before we walked in the door; Julie grabbed my hand and led me to a corner. “Cassie, you are so fucking hot, why didn’t we just stay in the room and play with each other?” She asked before kissing me. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed deep and passionately. I felt her slide her hands under my dress and. Each time I took them out, I could see improvement in their skills. They still had the attention span of young boys, but they both loved to play soccer, and they loved kicking the ball to each other. By the third day, we were playing a game I called Heads-Up. The three of us were in a moving, revolving triangle, each about twenty feet from each other. We were constantly passing three soccer balls, first clockwise, and then counterclockwise. The exercise kept them moving (which they were prone.