It wouldn't. As I opened my eyes, I saw him.His name was James. He had been the subject of many of my masturbation fantasies, I even masturbated over ...is Facebook pictures once or twice.He was about 5'7", with short brown hair, which made him instantly attractive to anyone in his sight. All the girls liked him, and even some of the boys (me included). He had an unbelievable six-pack that I'd always wanted to feel up. Unfortunately, I'd never really spoken to him much; I was too shy and never. Later, I went shopping with my husband so didn’t see anymore of Tony until the Sunday morning. As I was hanging out my freshly laundered underwear (g-strings and bras), I turned to see Tony standing next to the garage door, with his arms folded and his long cock and heavy balls hanging outside of his shorts for me to see. I grinned at him, and quickly looked around, just to make sure that no one could see me, and lifted the front of my skirt, exposing my freshly trimmed pussy. His eyes were. She felt an immense sense of pride in being able to get Lisa into that state. Lisa didn't have underwear with her and she didn't bother putting her bra back on. Brittany hadn't bothered with her bra either and considered going home in just the shirt but she had gotten so wet and she still had cum leaking out of her. She knew that it would be a very uncomfortable trip home if she didn't put her pants back on. Her panties were soaked and pretty much good for nothing so she used them to wipe up. “He’s fine, trust me.” Anthony assured him, leaning out the window to look back at the girls car behind them.Julian turned forward to focus on Connor’s car ahead of them. They were on their way down to Connor’s family’s beach house for spring break. Julian Pella was just happy to be invited, as he was a bit more on the periphery of the friend group.The guy on his left was Anthony Peterson, a long haired hippie who provided most of the gang’s pot. Behind him sat Frank Smith, Connor’s nerdy.