Amy stopped my advance by placing her palm on the crotch of my jeans, testing the hardness beneath. “Now THAT’s the reaction I was hoping for,” ...he laughed. I shut the changing room door behind me, crowding our bodies together in the cramped space. Amy’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she realized my intent: “Just what do you think you’re doing?” I kept advancing. Amy reflexively took a step back, her ass bumping against the mirror. My hands found her hips, fingers toying with the single, loose. She turned once more, this time to the body-height mirror in the corner of the bathroom. She was beautiful, her ivory skin glistening and her perfect blonde hair draping over her shoulders and breasts and wrapping around the curvature of her body like a patient and caring lover in the reflection. She took another silent moment to examine her motherly hips, flared to perfection and curving into her flawless thighs, pressed against each other just enough to highlight the softness of her skin and. He took in a second, deep breath and slowly exhaled.I didn’t want to appear whorish, so I leaned against his arm and hummed softly, as I worked my fingers back and forth on his thigh, inching ever so close to his crotch. I could very easily tell he was well endowed.He dropped his hand on to mine and held it in place, covering my hand, without saying a word. I looked up at his steely blue eyes. That was a major mistake. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. Without saying a word, he leaned in and. "Yeah, sure," I said unbelieving my fortune. What's to lose now, right?They all three pulled off their panties and stood there."I don't want it to stop but can I ask why you are doing this?" It seemed like a logical thing to ask."Well, you're now thirteen and about a month ago Mom took us all to the doctor and started us on the pill and we thought we'd all four lose our cherries together. You are still a virgin, right?" Anna asked.Even if by some super-lucky chance I wasn't, I was not about to.