He stopped, we shock hands both standing up to our waists in the pool. The Married Guy told me to go into the change rooms and wait for me... The pool...has a huge change room which is usually empty and has some shower cubicals. I’ve had my fair share of sexual experiences in these showers and while I don’t think one would ever get caught ... the idea of getting caught adds to how hot it is. When I first started hooking up with the Married Guy he said that hooking up in the change rooms was. I kept stroking as he looked on and I remember the feeling building in my groin, and then that first awesome dry orgasm. I will never forget that first orgasm, jacking off while Eric watched, his hard on still out for me to look at. Momentarily satisfied, we stowed our cocks and stepped to the barn, and climbed up into the loft where our "hide out" was. Nobody used the loft, so the little space was left to us to play in as long as we didnt "fall out and break our damned necks". So over time. . but,”“Triplets? Who was born first?”“Cynthia-mae, JW, and me.” I figured that should do it. But, no. They wanted the gore.“Cyn ... Cynthia ... was born 11:45pm March 31, 1977...”“You’re fifteen?”“Yes,” I said. “JW was born at the stroke of midnight March 31/April 1st, I was born April 1st at 12:45am.”“How did you get the name Surprise?”“I was supposed to be the afterbirth. Mom said, “Surprise Me.” and the nurse wrote it on my birth certificate.”“Fifteen?”“Yup.”“How come you’re Captain?”“Four. They were both a couple of exhibitionist teases. Neither of them had worn their new bikinis in public. VHS camcorders had just come out. Steve bought one for taping our hunting adventures, so he said. The girls said they wanted him to tape them water skiing so they could see how their form looked. We went out dancing Friday night and planned on going skiing Saturday morning. We all got pretty drunk Friday night. Saturday morning we had a few drinks to make us feel better. We were all.