I don't want to do anything with anyone else. That's not it at all. It's just ... illicit ... to know someone is watching us."Andy had told her he'd c...nsider it depending upon how the others were. Now they were in the living room and there were no "others" around. Regan figured Andy would be less likely to protest if they were already playing when someone else walked in so she shifted around until she straddled him and faced him."Wanna make out?" she asked sweetly."With you? Always," Andy. But a lot of the time we would go through the motions. As if by duty. Only seldomly would sex be driven by passion. These hot times were often months apart. Looking back it was largely unsatisfying. Things needed to change. We were far too young to settle into a sparse routine, and thanks to him, and my fantasy, we'd discovered this to be true. We felt liberated. The best sex of our lives. We got up to all sorts. The whole expanse of what was out there thrilled us. Within two weeks of that. " So, it'll be a surprise when you'll be gettingout.?" Yes, exactly" I paused before jumping offthe deep end, "I'm ready to skip the break also."That sounds like fun. Leave the room while Iroll the die." All that week, I wondered what I had done. I had noclue when I'd get out. I wanted to call her and beg her to at least tell me,but I was able to restrain myself. She called me Friday night, after almost aweek of the torturous lack of knowledge. "Hello, hot stuff." He said in a voice sosultry it. The water pounded against her closed lips now and splashed and splattered all over the tub bouncing across her tits and spilling over her nipples, which also ached for action. Tina was still alive, but she had lost control of her body. She was conscious but unable to do anything but feel the burning pounding that was pushing her inexorably to orgasm.Tina was too freaked-out to recognize what was happening, but suddenly she was no longer under the pounding hot faucet. The first flash of orgasm.