So ... coming for a swim?" Uh huh." Good." She kicked her shoes off in the direction of the fence, and gracefully lifted her blue dress up and over he... head. What can I say? The colour of her skin wasn't due to sunbathing, unless she never wore anything. Speaking of that, she had nothing at all on under that dress. Her breasts were small, and though it was hard to tell in this light, it looked as though the thatch of hair between her legs matched the dark hair on her head. Billie turned towards. The guy who I'd met on campus, Cam, was apparently the ringleader of their party, and was barechested, flaunting his fat hairy pecs and solid 8 pack to the other guys. He kept shifting his meaty package as he spoke to me, a sign that I was in for some humiliating man-on-man action to come. As one of his lackeys force fed me a cocktail of drugs, Cam explained that tonight was the night for my transformation from man to cunt. He explained in great detail how they would open up my virgin cherry. Relaxing slightly, and catching his breath, Dylan adjusted his eyes to the hotel room. It was light outside and the clock on the night table said it was just after nine. He flopped backwards into the pillows, damp from his nightmare. He stayed this way for a few moments, deciding what today was going to bring. Or not bring. He had no plan, no schedule, no one to answer to. He liked that. Sighing he sat up, pulled off the covers and padded to the large bathroom, turning on the shower. He striped. "She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing that now. She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. Man! How old did she think he was -- ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?"I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help, "Dad?"His father continued to read the paper. "Your mother makes all the decisions around here, son. It's been that way for quite a while now."Arlene Johansen flared immediately. "If.