"Someone's excited!" I said softly, "Let's see if I can take care of that."I began stroking his cock, which felt quite big, and rock hard. I had to do...this with out anyone knowing what I was doing. As I stroked, Chip squeezed my right tit. The tide began moving out, and the water level began dropping slightly. I needed to remind Chip to be discrete. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and gave it long, slow strokes."Do you like that?" I asked."Oh yes." he replied. We stood there, in chest. " With that, they called for reinforcements. The other two came running, I feared for my life. Not really, but I couldn't make it look to easy. They almost picked me up and carried me to the pool, with a little help from me. I made it look like they were throwing me in. Little acting here. Once again, they well all over me. Almost having their way with me. Even Carla. Damn, I wished Carla and Beth Ann were in "My Class".The girls went back a were playing while I tried to do some laps. This was. Just when Paula though she had seen everything, she watched as the puddle rose up and reformed itself in a perfect pantyhose form. At least nearly perfect since his leg scar had remained as a reminder to those who betrayed the house."Go away!" a horse whisper grew louder. The voice sounded like it came from within the pantyhose form. It wasn't alone, there were other unknown voices. She thought about her friends in the nearby room; who nobody would ever tell that they once were alive. The. He decided to try it, just one finger. It can't hurt, and he could stop if he wasn't enjoying it. His hand moved away from his balls and cock and began to gently rub his hole, making it moist with sweat. He took his middle finger and tried to slide the tip in. It hurt, it stung, but the tingles went all the way into his balls and he loved the feeling it left deep in the pit of them. He wanted more. He had to have more. He forced his middle finger all the way into his arse; it felt.