Phir raani uthee or kitchen main gayee or kethup lay ayee aur mujhay kaha idhar. Neelam nay sofay ki back side per apni gaand utha dee or sir neeechay...kar liya main aur raani peechay gayay to uski gaand ka soorakh saaf dikh raha tha raani nay kaha gaand kholo main nay doono hathoun say neelam ki gaand kholee to raani nay ketch up ki botal ka cap utar kar us ka munh ulta kar kay neelam ki gaand main ander kar diya bottle say aahista aahista ketchup neelam ki gaand main jaanay laga half bottle. Pat and Ivy were utterly fascinated by the conversation; TJ just groaned inwardly anticipating the word getting about that Morg was someone who knew about catering and guilt by association..."How come you know so much?" Pat demanded from Morg on the walk back to the quarters."About what? I'm a genius but do admit to some failings like I don't know what colour panties you like or don't you wear any?" replied Morg with a perfectly straight face."And you aren't ever going to find out" as she. “Shortly after you started coming to practice. I’ve always loved watching the other girls train but never really felt attracted to them. That changed one day when you walked out of the shower and an amusing fumble dropped both your shampoo and towel. It was cute and that like I couldn’t get you out of my mind and masturbated thinking solely of you.” I imagined the Cam lying on her bed naked as she masturbated thinking about me. I wish I could have seen that but then I realised that I didn’t. My boy toys were mesmerized, and they nodded approvingly as they watched me play with myself in their full view. In turn, I was getting quite aroused performing for them. I could see that they were rubbing their crotches, and it turned me on even more. But things changed when they decided to try to join in. I wasn't ready for that; I was content to give them a show, and nothing more, at least for now. I was a newbie, and I wasn't prepared to get involved with anyone. They seemed to.