"When he said that I got excited. I couldn't wait to do this again. We finally arrived back at my place. When I got out of his vehicle I wasn't too em...arrassed because it was about 3 a.m. and very dark, so nobody could see me. We got inside and we both went upstairs to my bedroom. He began taking his cloths off, and I wasn't sure what was going on.Clark said, "Go get cleaned up and get to bed, we have a big day tomorrow."As I was showering and cleaning all the cum off my body I couldn't stop. It were all Artie’s fault anyway, wasn’t it? He’s the one whats pining over Gwen!”The others seemed to agree it was all my fault and, I suppose, it was true in a way. Gwen was Guinevere Alice Elizabeth Allen Windsor, properly Princess Guinevere. She was the fifth child of King Harry, the other four were sons, so the whole royal family would have to be wiped out before she got the throne.Me? I was the American born bastard of a minor lord whose family had the money to get me into St. George’s.. The men sitting behind us used to lean over the seat a bit to look at my tits and watch Jerry play with my nipples. Later Jerry would open my coat all the way so the men around could get a look at everything. Again I would sit there watching the movie with the men looking over at my tits and cunt. My coat was never fully open, but enough that the men could see everything if they were close to us. Also by now all the men would see that I was totally naked under my coat. This would really. At first eye contact, Claire broke down giggling. “This is so silly, but you know what you are talking about, right?” Eva smiled but remained reticent. “Right?! How many guys have you kissed?” “Oh...” Eva trailed off, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling, “six or seven. Trust me, Claire; the first kiss is the most important, and you don't get a second chance at it.” Claire cocked her head and teased, “well in that case maybe I shouldn't waste my first kiss on you.” Eva recoiled in mock shock.