She had used my T-shirt before hence I agreed.I gave it to her but while giving some plan came to my mind since my dick was already hard after kissing...her.I told her that she should change before me. At first she refused & hence I also refused to give her. But finally she agreed. She slowly took off her top.She was wearing a slip inside. She asked for the T-shirt & said she would try it over the slip but I refused saying that she should remove the slip also otherwise she would look fat.I moved. Deciding it was the barrel of the VC sniper’s, rifle I moved the aiming point slightly for where his head should be located in relation to the barrel. I was assuming he was right handed … if not, I’d miss. There was no wind, it was dead calm and hot. I figured he was about fifty yards higher than I was and adjusted for that. Flashing back to the Sniper manual (the military had a manual for everything, even on how to dig latrines) I remembered the example. For a scope sighted for a target at 500. She came to my house on the pretense of watching me practice a new dive. We sat on the side of the pool with our feet in the water. She tried to put me at ease."There's nothing uncommon about your concerns, Kelley. We've all experimented them at your age." It's not just kissing. She wanted us to practice telling a boy to stop when he goes too far, but when I touched her boobs she didn't stop me," I cautiously informed her.Phyllis adjusted the top of her swimsuit, like she was making sure her. ” I was eating it all up.”Now did you think about sucking our cocks.Be honest.You want to suck cock? Don’t you?” I said “Yes and yes”. Then I noticed all the guys were zipped up.Something was wrong.”I win .Give me my money.”Big applause and laughter.”There is no prize.We all pretended to jerk off while we watched you.We wanted you to admit that you are a sissy or faggot.Whatever.” I cried a little. No money. Mean trick….” May I still suck your cocks?”“No. No money.No cocks for you.Maybe if you.