I wasn't accustomed to supervision but I liked The Basement. It was climate-controlled and it had k**s that I liked, mostly girls because it was easy...for me to relate to them unlike boys who were far too aggressive and confrontational. I became good friends with a girl named Taylor who didn't seem to mind that I was a bit scrawny and not very guy-like. Her grandfather Cal was an occasional overseer and he was also friendly. He talked to me a more than others which made me feel good. A couple. Sir...", said Chris sort of awestruck. Chris looked at the acoustic guitars hanging on the wall next to him. "Do you play Chris?", asked Wessel. "No, well I can make sounds come from it... But I would not say that I can play it as you do...", said Chris looking at the ground. Wessel grabbed one of the guitars and handed it to Chris. "Show me... Don't be shy... We are here to enjoy ourselves, as islanders among friends.", said Wessel. "He is a bit worried seeing as he is import.", answered. I grinned, feeling my second wind, and pulled her towards the bed. This time, she showed no hesitation in pulling off my boots and socks, and helping me unfasten my skirt. Jenny crouched between my legs, almost drooling into my well-used slit, but I couldn’t forego the pleasures of tasting her. ‘Turn around,’ I panted, and she understood immediately. What followed was probably the best sex I’d ever had, Stacey included. It pained me to admit it because she was the love of my life, but that 69. ’ ‘Well I was hoping you might feel that way.’ She sat on the arm of the sofa next to me. She turned and looked at me. ‘Would you like to see my bedroom?’ ‘Yes!’ I followed her to her bedroom. When she entered she turned around and we came together and began making out. She was very aggressive. We kissed passionately for several minutes and then let go. She pulled me onto the bed. She began to strip my clothing off. Finally she had me naked and my cock was throbbing like crazy. She unzipped her.