Brina dragged down my pants and then my tighty-whities, and she took my arm and pulled a bit, and I fell across her knees, my penis squashed between m... pot belly and her soft faded jeans.For some reason it reminded me of Mother pulling the trousers of my Boy Scout uniform down and thrashing me after hearing me repeat some of the colorful language I'd heard on a camping trip. I was eighteen, and an Eagle Scout, but Mother had no patience for potty mouth.Now, Brina whacked my right cheek with the. He told her that she seemed to know what she was doing, and that he was impressed. I saw that he checked out her ass when she bent over to hold the tape down, facing away from him (on purpose). He probably had a good view of her tits as well, when she did that while she was facing away. When she stood up, he was subtle but he was checking out the way her shorts rode up into her pussy. He had good taste. Her pussy and her ass were really nice in those shorts. When they were done out front, she. They were both heroes to me at the time and in a way they still are. I always loved Cathy and Flossie Marquart. They were much more than Johanna’s and Bobby’s sisters to me. They were my friends too. I had a crush on both of them, especially Flossie. Cathy had long dark hair and dark sparkling eyes which sparkled with mischief. Flossie was a little bit quieter, with lighter eyes and long light brown hair which blew through the winds of my dreams. Both of them sat me down one day and gave me a. "If you want, I may let you in onmy secret." Yeah, right. I'm pretty happy with my body, thanks. Don't need to proveanything to myself, Nathan." He got up giving Nathan a disappointedglance. "Well, I'm gonna go grab some drinks. What'll you have?"Kate and Brenda ordered watermelon juice, Nathan a beer.Nathan looked around. The place was almost empty this evening. Exceptfor them, only four couples sat at the tables. "Tough times," hethought. Getting a date was only a bit more likely than winning.