So much for the mystery of the leak in our group, I thought.The dishwater blond didn’t look nearly as young and fresh as I had expected from Alison�...�s description. She was at least thirty based on my daughter’s age and physique. Her blond hair was not as washed out as I expected and not nearly as unkempt. So I was forced to admit my mental description was way the fuck off.We all shook hands and traded names. The camera man’s name sounded a little like Girble, so of course that is how I thought. My eyes followed her creamy white tits, provocatively contrasting with her black underwear, as she bent over to step out of her skirt... Standing, she neatly folded her skirt and placed it on my desk. Her black stocking highlighted her slender, well-formed legs. She wasn't rail thin like the fashion models, but she looked like an active swimmer or hiker.I noted the little pink ribbon on the front of her panties. A thin shadow showed the outline of her vulva through the sheer black underwear.. Now get this, I've never been one to think that guys are cute but this one. Oh...my ...God it was as if he were an angel, nothing manly about him at all. He was about 5'10 and was as pale as a ghost he had the longest and most feminine legs I had ever seen on a boy. I couldn't help but notice he had on what I call Daisy Duke jean shorts, he was wearing flip-flops and had his toenails painted to match his neon pink hair which was cut in a stylish bob. Before I realized it I was eyeing this boy. I reached back and stroked her hair and told him, me too. Then in a sultry voice she said, “But John, our tits and nipples, others may stare and look, but they are only for us to play with.”As I was pulling into the garage I smiled, “I second that, so let’s go and play then.” We all laughed and got out of the car. As we walked into the house Holly and I was on each side of John and his loving arms around our shoulders holding us with our arms around his waist, we walked him right up the.