I turned around and didn’t see anything unusual, at least not at first. What I did see looked like a bunch of girls hugging. Then I saw one of the g...rls turn around and come over towards us. She was slim, about my height, with enough curves up top to be very, very interesting. She had wavy coppery-red hair that swept down to the middle of her back framing a beautiful heart-shaped face. She had clear green eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and a misting of freckles on her light skin. She was. " She nuzzled in his ear, and squeezed his cock, the impulse to rise being fought desperately by Jonathon. "She has the cutest little blond puss, dear, and just a bit of wispy hair. She's broken her maidenhead with tampons, and for god's sake she took a ride home with a hulking great senior while you were away. That's what happens, you see. Some football star fancies her and confuses her about the sexual act forever, when what she wants is you, the father is always a girl's first love. Aha, you. She was reluctant to grab a beer, but she did anyways, and she was reluctant to shed her top. I held up my hand, and said, "I'd like to make some rules for this week. We're going to have seven people in this condo. I don't want anyone to trash this place or make anyone a permanent maid, so if you finish a beer take it to the trash. Pick up your shit, and we'll all enjoy our stay. If the trash bag is full put in a new one, and I volunteer to handle the garbage, as 'trash boy', and will take it. I let her talk then tired my best to reassure her that her efforts were appreciated whereupon she lit it up again, this time about all the things women have to deal with that men don't. Their hair, their clothing, their 'monthly visitor', dating, and so on, any and every thing she could think of that makes girls different from guys."I often wish I could just get up out of bed in the morning and go stand in front of the john to relieve myself instead of having to sit, especially during the day.