Normally sex with Peter is Wam-Bam, but with the way Bart was driving me crazy keeping me so fucking hot made sex with Peter wonderful.Bart had me to ...et him put in a camera in our bedroom so he could watch Peter and myself make love. I did not want it but he gave me no choice. Funny thing about it was when I was making love with Peter; I wanted to put on such a show for Bart that it would drive him crazy. Because of the way I was acting, Peter wanted it to last so we did things Friday night. Every time after that second time, she let me caress her labia and her clitoris and run my fingers into her vagina. Often, she would raise her arms over her head, exposing herself completely to me. I would caress her genitals while I kissed her breasts. She eventually let me come on her tummy. She was expert at this. I would lower myself onto her, sliding my penis up and down her body from her legs to her pubic mound to her breasts. When I became focused on her tummy, she would place her hand. The Delts got home OK. We had snacks, and we had booze. We didn't have any guys. We wanted to let our hair down. We partied until about 3:30. Then most of us crashed. Almost nobody went home. We sacked out on mats on the floor, or we doubled up in beds with the girls who lived in the house. Almost nobody put any more clothing on, and the majority of the girls had removed their remaining bikini pieces during the drinking. Some girls didn't get much sleep.Between 10 and Noon on Sunday, most of us. This job was perfect for me and I saw it, even if my parents didn’t.My mother shot my father a somewhat evil look. “She gets this from you ... this stubborn, rebellious streak.”My dad took a deep breath. I could see he was resigning himself to the fact that this was going to happen. “You’re 18, an adult now, and we can’t stop you, we can only advise against it.”“Everything will be okay, I promise, it’s just a waitressing job and it’s no big deal ... both of you are making this into something.