“Jeez—I can’t believe this!” The bulge in the crotch of his jeans was growing. He offered no resistance as I unbuttoned the waste band and car...fully ease the copper zipper over his intensifying erection. He was moving in rhythm with the music as I reached inside his loosened jeans and cradled him in my palm. The crotch of his underwear was damp from sweat. His cotton covered testicles made a delightfully soft and meaty mound in my hand. My fingers slid under the edge of his underwear and gently. They agreed and followed me back to my house. I mentioned to them had they ever I seen the film women in love they said no so I explained the part of the two men wrestling nude. They looked at each other and I said you toe could wrestle with me in the nude. They smiled and said ok. They quickly undressed and was I pressed by their young bodies but their eyes lit up when I took me trousers off revealing a pair of white frilly knickers. I stripped off leaving my white knickers on. I noticed. Luckily for her, it was the last day.Once she was dressed, she realized that her clothes were different. Her blouse was sheer and showed off her perky little nipples way too much, and there were only two buttons on it. Both were right at her tits, and it was too small for her. The skimpy little skirt had slits up the front and back and both sides. Even the waist band had been cut. All the slits were held together with Velcro and Tracy knew one wrong move and she might just lose everything from. Apologies for the short beginning, I had a funeral to attend, and it’s hard to think of what to write when someone dies, y’know? Anyways, hopefully this one is a little longer, I come back to 2500 or so views, with a 3:1 ratio of Positive to Negative ratings, so it’s doing better than I hoped for a first time writing something like this. For those who voted in the Negatives, I’m guessing you just wanted some hot, steamy sex to start things off from the get-go? P.S. - Since this website.