”“Okay, sweet dreams.”Heading toward my room, I whisper to myself, “Hope Joni did not see my boner.”Once in my room, I look at my reflection...in the full length mirror and notice a large wet spot on the front of my pajama shorts. “Damn, I hope Joni did not see that,” I say to myself as I remove my clothes. I look over my toned seventeen-year-old body and my shaved cock. Being on the swim team is paying off.Entering my bathroom, I adjust the lighting so there is a soft glow and go to the walk-in. " Hey, Abe." Abe don't say shit, of course. There is a pause, then the guy says, "Tara tells me Abe prefers to have you around." Abe don't know no better." I can't even look at the guy, I'm so embarrassed."I'm sure he has his reasons," the guy says.I force myself to look at him. "Look, Mister -- this ain't my Sunday best -- but then..." I shrugged." ... This isn't Sunday?" the guy finished. "I'm a purist -- my women generally wear less." Like what? A brown paper bag?" Was he nuts? "Y'all are. Although she was no where near orgasm, Paige still felt excited as she rubbed and pinched her pleasure spot and in response her fingers became more and more moist from the juices that began to leak onto her knickers and hand. Soon Paige was becoming closer and closer to orgasm, and just as she let out a soft moan, the doors hinges squeaked and Ian stood still, trying to figure out what he just saw. "Paige, what are you doing?" Ian asked, still trying to decipher the image which he could not. I’d learned a bit in the last few minutes and wanted to practice. I handed the camera to Robert, who seemed distressed at coitus interruptus. My ass was in the air and Thomas’s head was still right under my pussy. “Fuck me, husband. Let your friend see how you do it. And use that camera to create a keepsake for us.” “God, I feel your dick rubbing my cunt. Put it in.” I was giving the orders! “Thomas, pull on my outer lips with your lips. Spread my pussy open so Robert’s dick can fuck me.” .