Her back pants sat scrunched down on one of her ankles, the white lining of her panties looking up at me with an almond-shaped wet spot right down the...center. I was rubbing up and down as she'd instructed me to, fascinated by what it did to her.Half an hour ago we were looking around for the group on the street and found no one. She suggested we come down here so she could show me something. When we got here she asked me if I'd ever seen a girl naked before. "Only my sister when she was. I was the one hated by the vast majority of the other girls. I could see it in their faces. But when you’re playing that role, you can’t show any indecision, you can’t even feel any in their presence: it might show. I think it’s an interesting commentary on the values of our society, and not a little disturbing, that the age is getting ever lower when boys are worshipped as athletes and given special treatment. It’s down to seventh grade in basketball. Middle schools try to recruit the top. " Gina smiled, "OK, damn it."Dan & Gina Gilbert's house is a pool home - basically a large square house with a courtyard pool in the middle. A medium sized in-ground pool with hot tub. A BBQ with wet bar for mixing drinks, table and chairs along with a border of grass. Jake set up the table putting the supplies under the table and some white privacy blinds in the far corner away from the table and chairs.Phil and Betty parked the Mercedes in front of the Gilberts home. Phil was dressed in brown. She reached up and held my hands as I did. The drive to her house was quiet. We held hands, and as I pulled in the drive, Jenny spoke: ‘Now that we’ve cleared the air between us, I really don’t feel like being alone tonight, and I don’t want to be here, either.’ Silently I backed out of the drive and made for home. By the time we reached the house, Jenny’s determined spirit had taken over again. I open the door and she immediately took my hand and started looking for the bedroom. She found it,.