Bev's hand was still holding mine. I squeezed it. "So, are you ready to take a hike in the woods?" I looked at her."Me?" Certainly you. I've got an id...a if we go to that cave, we're going to need all the help we can get." What are you going to do about Vicky?" Mom asked me."I don't know. I don't want to take her with us. I..." I know you don't and I don't blame you. But you know if the three of you take off, whether you tell her or not where you went and why, she's going to have a tough time. But knew the penis that was haunting me, daddy's penis, knew it was the only one for me."So, have you decided yet?" Daddy asked a week later. "You know, jewelry, clothes, a Christmas present," he added when he saw my look of incomprehension."I don't need anything... really." Nothing? Not a pretty dress, a sweater, a coat?" Dad insisted."Just underwear," I finally said."Huh?" My friends all say my underwear is old, falling apart... disgusting." What do you mean falling apart, disgusting? Don't. Knowing that, she offered for me to come to her place a few nights later to work on our relationship a bit more. I asked her what time and when we'd agreed on a date and time, I could hardly wait for that moment to arrive.When I got to Miss Wilson's house that night, it was about 8:00 and I'm sure she'd wanted to wait until after dark to minimize anyone in the neighborhood seeing a high school boy coming to her house. Of course, I figured we could always claim she was giving me extra typing. ”My dick twitched and throbbed as Petra's hand slid down my girlfriend's belly. Sam whimpered, her cunt squeezing part of my dick as Petra's fingers went lower and lower. Those golden-brown digits reached Sam's black bush.Petra slid through those silky curls of Sam. My girlfriend shuddered, riding my cock faster and faster. Her back arched. She gasped as Petra found Sam's clit, manipulating it. Sam's pussy squeezed so tight about my dick as she rose up and down my shaft.“Yes, yes, yes!” Sam.