Once again, we stayed like that for a few seconds while Betsy's body writhed happily between us. "Yeah! Yeah! Oh, god, yes, just like that!" she exhor...ed us. "Keep doing that!" We kept doing what she wanted, because we wanted it just as much. I could feel my climax mounting steadily inside my body and, from the grimaces of joy flickering across his face, I knew Sam was in the same happy state. Even just a few minutes after her second orgasm that day, though, Betsy was much closer to cumming. ’ ‘Yeah, like what?’ ‘You really want to know? They don’t speak highly of your moral character,’ I said grinning at him. ‘Sure, what did people say? I’ll tell you if they’re true.’ ‘Well, there’s one story that you picked a new freshman chick to fuck every month. Is that true?’ I asked coyly. ‘Yep, and when I finished with her, I’d pass her on to my posse.’ ‘Jesus, you are soooo bad! I also heard that maybe not all of the girls consented?’ ‘You mean said, no? Some did, but I kind of. The moment of tension had passed and we got down to the practicalities of tidying ourselves up. Fortunately, the small lake I mentioned earlier was not far away so we ambled down, now completely unphased by our nakedness and washed ourselves clean. Even at that early age, we did that separately because I'm sure she was as aware as I that being close would have set us off again.Besides walking back with her, that was the last time I'd seen Mary. All that has taken far longer to write than for. Willow and Prue also agreed he was very cute until he taught Janie and the four-year-old twins, Robert and Reilly, and Tristin and Francine, to play mud castles the next day. They were supposed to be playing in the nursery after breakfast, but Victor took them all downstairs and out to the stables where he had spied a hose when he had arrived the afternoon before.When the very worried parents found them an hour later, there were six very muddy, wet children, very busily building mud castles and.