I have to say she was a beautiful girl, with a bit of a California surfer aura to her. All of us couldn’t help but to stare at her knockout body as ...he neared the hot tub in the nude. “Come sit next to me, sweetie,” said Rachel. “There’s plenty of room.” Kelly was happy to oblige, and we could instantly see the mutual attraction between her and Rachel. No sooner did she enter the Jacuzzi then Rachel put her arm around her and kissed her gently on the lips. Kelly was very responsive, and soon. But in public situations, like watching TV in the ‘common room’ (no, it wasn’t a public school, much less salubrious) when girls were on-screen in revealing costumes, masturbation was certainly not an option, even lightly rubbing the front of my trousers. In the 60s, unenlightened times, masturbation was regarded as shameful and ‘unmanly’, which is why I’ve delighted throughout my life to be known, by girls, as a ‘wanker’. Back then, the subject of sex was not discussed in mixed company.I. ‘Watch you don’t fall out of that swimsuit,’ I called with a smile. I looked at the clock and wondered who would be calling in at eight thirty unannounced. I could hear Kelly’s voice, and another as well but couldn’t make out what was being said. Then Kelly appeared on the stairs with what appeared to be a shocked look on her face. She caught my eye and mouthed something which I couldn’t make out, then realised it was ‘say yes’. Then behind her appeared a uniformed police officer. ‘Um, this. It appeared to be a vibrating cock ring, only the fob was missing from the recess in the purple velvet. I hesitated and sipped my coffee. Mia pulled out her phone and placed it on the table next to the box with a beautiful picture of her raven black pubic hair and white panties. The contrast was striking. Mia turned her head toward the men’s room then back to me, then to the box. Mia placed her index finger on her phone and swiped with her blood red nail and hit the ‘play’ icon.It was a video.