.When ever our folks were out of town we would stay at each others home. Upon one occasion, both our folks were traveling to a nearby town for a baske...ball game. Eugene' brother, Wayne, was to watch over us. Wayne took this time to invite a few of his football team mates over. About seven o'clock the three of them arrived and Wayne preceded to get Eugene and I ready for bed, in about an hour we were in bed. Out side a strong storm had begin with lightening and thunder. Eugene and I pulled the. I admit that thongs do nothing for me but there was no denying the erotic effect of those pale orbs framed by the dark material of her skirt. Slowly, Linda reached behind her, moved the thong to one side and held her buttocks open.‘While we were getting changed,’ she said, ‘Gary and I were talking about that little exhibition we had from Selma and Mike. We want to try but I’m afraid it will hurt. You’ve seen how thick Gary is. Do you think I might I be too narrow?’ We all looked at the tiny. She agreed and I went to pick a song. When I found the right one, I took her by the hand and led her to the floor.The bar went quiet. Well, as quiet as a bar can really get. A eyes were on us as the music started.We sang 'its your love' by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, finishing to a round of applause. We went back to where Carl was with tonight's girlfriend and finished our drinks."You should sing something by yourself." He said over someone else's song."No way. Not here. If I embarrass. "So what's the plan?' asked Freddy as the three of them stared at the completed nightmare painting hanging in the hallway outside the art room.Randy and his cheerleader girlfriend walked by snickering. They stopped and Randy spoke. "Hey Fatso, desperate enough to go after the Weird Sisters?" The cheerleader bathed in the glory of her mate's wit. They walked away pushing out laughter.Melissa giggled. Sarah chuckled. Freddy fumed. Sarah tugged him down to whisper in his ear. "Amy told me that.