"It has the advantage of being clear, fair and unambiguous." Well, yes and no," Denise answered. "You see, if, let's say, I got Monday, Wednesday and ...riday one week, I'd want Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday the next. Also, what about Sundays? Do you really want neither of us?"Anne thought Denise had a good point. "Switching the days is good," she said. "Sundays is an interesting point." she said to Stan, "Huh! Whoever thought I'd say this? Do you want both of us on Sundays?"Stan looked smug.. Standing in the small shower downstairs, Ryan's thoughts were just as uncertain. Clothes off and piled on a chair he had found that his cock had been semi-erect, and now, standing in the shower, it didn't seem to be diminishing. If anything, it was becoming more pronounced. Would a blast of cold-water help? But he decided against that. Yet his thoughts kept returning to the beautifully shaped lady who was, he assumed, somewhere having her own shower. And even that thought was maddeningly. We swam to the steps leading into the pool and sat on a step just so that our waists were level with the water. That was the first time I noticed that Tommy was not wearing a swim suit, and that explained why he had never left the pool when I came up. He was planning a surprise for me. I laughed and slipped off my outfit that I tossed on the ground. I sat back where I had been and he stared at my budding breasts.I think that I must be a bit precocious in my growth because I had obvious breasts. As they walked into the restaurant, Dave noticed that Rebecca's firm, round ass looked spectacular in the dress; he had to restrain his impulse to reach out and stroke it. There were absolutely no panty lines; he guessed she must have worn a thong. The meal was wonderful - Dave and Rebecca both had chicken cordon bleu for their main course. The four friends took their time eating. They left the restaurant after nine-thirty and went to the school for the dance. The dance was already in full.