‘It’s about time’, she said. I thought I was imagining it. There was this african hottie laying on the bed wearing nothing but a white teddy. Sh... had braided hair and the right strap of her teddy was off her shoulder. I didn’t know who she was or where she came from but I was enjoying what I was seeing. ‘He said you’d be late’, she said. ‘Who did? And who are you?’ ‘You can call me Cher, baby. And your b*****r told me to treat you nicely on your birthday.’ My birthday wasn’t until the following. I kept wondering what would have happened if I decided to let him deflower me that night. I knew he would have, but what kind of implications would it have had?And I never forgot the words he said to me right after he slipped out."So you gonna go running off to him with another guy's cum in your mouth? And are you going to let him feel how wet your tight little cunt is?"Every time I remembered that, it would send shivers throughout my body.So here it was, Christmas Eve. Robert and his family. With it being obvious that Michele's hymen was a thing of the past, I wondered about getting rid of my hymen. It sounded like Michele certainly enjoyed the penetration, and I was getting interested in being able to shove something long and thick up inside me, why wait for a boyfriend to do it? Maybe Michele would like to wield her hairbrush handle on me, and do the honor of deflowering me. That started my juices creaming up again, and Michele eagerly scooped up more of my juices, licking her. I walked into the bedroom naked and lay on the bed while he finished off in the bathroom. Seeing me naked was too much for him and he climbed on top and screwed me hard in the missionary position going deep.Kay had heard us and entered our room to watch us fuck. She grabbed James’ camera and took pictures as James pounded away inside me.The cook-out called and I think we three had the biggest smile on our faces of anyone there.After the picnic, we enjoyed each other for the rest of Saturday.