“Oh!” Chris cried out.“Wow!” Snot groaned.“God in Heaven!” Neil wailed.“Look out!” Steve cringed.Four hands reacted as one as Lois let...her boys and their natural male instincts take over. Four heads gazed through euphoric delirium brought on by a gut-wrenching orgasm that was fabulous in its intensity and fluid display.The piston-like sound of four male teens jacking off was music to Lois’ ears as the boys climaxed in unison. Stroking their poles to a rousing finish, Chris, Snot, Neil and. ., what did he call them? Oh yes, figure studies.How do I feel about that? It would be incredibly embarrassing to undress in front of my brother and pose for pictures, that kind of pictures. But I know something about myself that no one else knows. I’m a closet exhibitionist.I don’t go around town flashing my stuff at guys. I’m excited by the idea of doing just that, though. I have on occasion allowed my knees to fall a little farther apart than was ladylike when I thought I could do it without. I had no time to bring myself to orgasm but I knew I’d do so that evening in bed as I thought back over the incident.All too soon the holiday was over and we travelled home. I’d kept myself busy with my fingers, dwelling on the two incidents and had many orgasms thinking of what might have been. On the Saturday I went round to see my best friend, Amber. As she made us two coffees in the kitchen she asked how the holiday had been and I found myself recounting the episode in the surf shop. Amber. Thodi der idhar udhar ki baate karne ke baad maine uska size pucha usne 34d btaya. Maine use kiss karne ke lie aage badha or. Uske honto par apne hot rakh die or ek lolipop ki trah uske hoth chusne laga vo b mera khub sath de rai thi. Phir maine uske maathe ko chuma galo ko chuma uski. Tongue ko chusa uski neck par. Kiss kia. Jaise hi maine uski neck par kiss kia vo madhosh hone lagi. Or vahi bed par late gai or uski skirt se uski pink panty nazar aa rai thi or uske cleavage dikh rha tha. Mugh.