Dan went over his plans again. He didn't want to screw up. He had taken a room in an upscale Inn that had a oversized whirlpool tube and a king sized ...ed. The spy camera and the recorder were set up and checked out. There was a bottle of good Champaign iced down and two more in the room's refrigerator. He had made copies of the pictures of Bitsy's pool party and he knew what he was going to tell her.Dan saw Adrianne's car pull up to the curb at the drop off spot. The mother and daughter. My wife had decorated the room with posters of beefy men and had put several copies of my Playboy Magazine on the coffee table to set the tone for a fun girl night. My job was to serve drinks and keep the girls happy. As the night progressed they started to enjoy ordering me around and commenting on my various body parts. I work out regularly and I'm in pretty good shape, so my wife obviously enjoyed showing me off. As my wife had commanded, I was wearing tight jeans and a tight T-shirt, there. This was the life; so what if he was still a virgin? For now, the smorgasbord of jiggling boobs was enough.But the mesmerizing display of tits proved too distracting: Suddenly, two pairs of rough hands grabbed him by the upper arms and lifted him bodily from the ground, exposing the boner tenting his swimming trunks."I fucking knew it, this little pervert was creeping on the girls!" Goddamn sicko. I'd ask if you were getting off on this, but that much is obvious."James' panting and reddened. I smile as I look down at myself while typing, clad only in panties and an oversized tee shirt, I'm still the well rounded lass. I really prefer Rubensesque so there! We even managed to make sure our desks were always next to each other whichever classroom we were studying in.That day in early May was warm but overcast with dark clouds hanging low, English class with Miss Drake, and about thirty assorted heads bent over their books as they try to put together their essay on a Shakespeare.