It was summer, school was out and we were just shy of our teens. We had spent the day playing like k**s in the early 70's did. We went into a friend's...pool to cool off when the idea came to have a sleepout. The friend with the pool had just gotten a new tent so it was decided to be at his place in the back yard (we were in a suburban area). All of us had gone to our homes for dinner and of course got permission for the sleepout.We all met back at his place with our sleeping bag, a pillow, and. ”We went back to the main house and grabbed some sandwiches and chips from plates in the kitchen. We sat down at the small dinette table and ate. When we finished eating, we went back to the guest house because nobody else had arrived.“Would it be OK to come visit you in Chicago?” Joyce asked.“Absolutely. I told you that’s fine. Just let me know when. If it’s on a weekend, we’ll just make sure that Kathy doesn’t come to visit, so there isn’t a conflict. As I said, she and I already talked about. ..As I grew older and discovered that my dick had other uses than that as a conduit for evacuating the yellow fluid for which my body had no futher use, I discovered the delights of masturbation and by now this wonderful creamy substance would come gushing forth when I reached a suitable state of excitement, provoked by the souvenirs of these teenage girls struting their stuff provocatively as they continued to teeter around, perched on these magnificently pointy heels.One day I found myself. I felt Cindy’s hands slid down my arms, first touching my hands, then at my waist. Her fingers grab the bottom of my tank top up and without a thought I raised my hands and she pulled it over my head. She reached around and undid my sport bra, and it fell to the floor, again her lips were on my neck.I began to tremble as her hands went to the band of my shorts and as she placed small kisses on my stomach she slid my shorts down and off my feet. She stood and looked at me, smiled, then took my.