. In my wild, sexual fantasies.One night after work, I came home. I remember the night being very hot, which wasn’t unusual in the summer. I retired...to my room, and removed my work shirt. I grabbed together some loose clothes, and went to take a shower. The bathroom door had been closed, which I didn’t think nothing of - as usually all of the doors in the house were closed. I reached down, and grabbed the door knob, and twisted it before pushing open the door. I stopped dead in my tracks when I. Both Vicky and Susie complimented me and looked at my crotch.When we got home they both headed to the shower together to wash the sand off, I pretended not to notice but Vicky called out "Remember when we were small you used to wash us in the bath, I bet you'd like to do that again". Well I would but I was nervous, I got to the door but didn't go in, but then it opened and Vicky was there, Susie was in the shower, they were both naked, wow! What bodies, great tits, nice asses and cute pussies,. Irish had none of these. But best of all Irish was a bigger sex addict than I was. She was a total fuckin’ nympho. Once while a party was going on at her place she tried to give me a hand job right in her kitchen! That’s not too wild so far except her mom was right around the corner! No! No! no! Not good! Lucky for us I had a buddy who lived nearby. He also house sat for his grandparents who were down in Arizona for the winter. Everybody knew about that house. They always cleaned up after and. The comments of his senior boys had turned nasty - they would ask the filthiest questions now, and were especially taunting to know if he'd ever done it with guys, if he was the fucker or fuckee, if he'd bitch for them. His silence to their questions seemed to goad them, and they zeroed in like missiles.Finally, one night, he'd cracked. He woke up in a sweat, Trevor's hand on his chest, shaking him awake. His pyjama top was open, rent in an effort to cool himself, and the pants prevocatively.