At this time in my life I goosed a couple guys when we were younger,but never had I touch a guys cock.While he was standing he pulled his C**k out a f...w times from the panty which I took several pictures but my skary hand and I was too close so only a couple really turned out in focus. He then laid on the bed and he said no pix of my face,I said I won't but did get his face once,but I knew i could crop it out before sending him the pix back. He pulled away his panty and his semi erect c**k was. Just as he got ready to knock again, the chalk lines glowed brightly and the door appeared before him. He pulled it open, staring at the strange treasures lining both sides of the wall. The Vault was supposed to be a storage place for the most dangerous of items in the house, but it looked more like an antique store that had gone to shit. An old music box, a conch shell with dried blood on it, and even an Elvis bobble head. He paused at this last one, leaning in for a closer look. As soon as he. I did not have to grow pubic hair, a plus since Harry knew all his older male customers enjoyed the shaved look, something unknown on women their age. I would probably do just one session here, Harry would invite all his customers who would, we hoped, appreciate my wholesome good looks, my orphan innocence, and we would form our own group. Ten days later I did my session at the gallery and met many of the men, and two women, who were interested in a new group. Next day, Harry called me and told. Women wore very short mini dresses, tight halter tops, short shorts and skimpy bikinis. Men wore bell bottoms snug at the crotch, speedo swim suits and gauze tops. We were a very sociable couple. We went to a lot of parties where everyone was stoned. The music was psychedelic and there was a lot of sexual games. One night we went to a particularly raucous party and got stoned and drunk. As the hour got late, the hostess announced we should all go skinny dipping. It was a warm summer night with.