Nervous and horny. I stopped andstarted to masturbate, but stopped,because I thought if I'm really horny I will go through with it,and If I wasn't I ...ight wimp out. So I got in my car and headed off to Touchwood Court, Solihull. I wentto Davella shoes, where they do nice Italian & such. I'd only ever seen girls serving in there, but I thought I'd give it a try. When I sauntered in, my heart started pumping like nothing on Earth. Here was the Saturday boy, it looked like. Young? Jaysus. Well. “He’s got a pretty nice cock, doesn’t he? Bet you’re glad you came in now.”“mmm, yeah” Miranda moans, her hand now rubbing her mound over her jeans. “Lick it.”Without hesitation Jemma turns to me and sticks out her tongue and leans in, licking the tip of my now rock fucking hard cock. “Oh, fuck” I blurt out, not at all expecting the sensation to be that excellent. Jemma then looks up into my eyes and licks me again. And again. Soon she is just going to town, licking the tip of my dick like. He thought I wouldn't do it. I simply took another swig of vodka and got up and quietly made my way to their room. When I got there the door was open. I creeped in and went to the wardrobe. I seen her case and opened it and picked up a pair of pink panties. I admit, I sniffed them first!Then I heard the shower turn on.Feeling brave, I stuffed the panties into my pocket and entered the bathroom. Heart pounding. I was gonna get found out, sent back or expelled but I kept walking. I couldn't even. He shook them both. Half full.Lauren wandered into the house and prepared a cold meat salad and pasta while she could still see, then beckoned the others inside. They sat at the kitchen table in the warmth of the afternoon, windows open and the slightest of breezes blowing through the room."Last time it lasted about twelve hours" said Emma, recalling the outage they had four months before. "It's not so bad, at least we have the pool." she said, helping herself to another mound of pasta. Lauren.