That round bed was something, alright. Looked cheap. But I guess it was well built, in a flash the girls were jumping up and down on it giggling and s...reaming.Hah! On the wall was an old movie poster with a picture of some old guy in a wavy haired Toup wearing a dickey, gold chain and a sport jacket and underneath, a bronze plaque: 'Dean Martin Slept Here'. And, under that, scrawled in magic marker:'So did I. Best Wishes, Burt Reynolds.'And under that... ' Ditto! Big Bill from Little. “How about Sally would you fuck her” Karen said “hmmmm well would be ok if you joined in” “WHAT a 3 way you mean NO WAY” “why not you could watch and enjoy me as well”.Karen thought for a while and agreed she will try, the following day Karen spoke to Sally who agreed straight away, that evening Karen rang saying Sally was all for it and arranged to do it Saturday night as Parents were away. For the next few days Karen and I did not see each other as she was at collage and I was working, that. He stayed hard, looking at me with pleading eyes.I reached out and put the tip of my finger to the wet tip of Philly’s little dickie and made a little circle just under the head. Philly moaned and another little drop came out.I pulled my hand away in shock. “Did I make him do it again?”All the females giggled uncontrollably and teased Philly unmercifully. In the confusion, no none noticed my own dry cummy. No one was even touching my little dickie. That never happened to me before without being. It was Ashli that helped me pick up the pieces. She talked to me while I cried, explaining to me that Stacy wasn’t worth my time if she was willing to turn down ‘a great guy like me’ to go after a jackass like Matt. She turned off all the lights in her house, lit candles to calm me down, and held my head and stroked my hair as I cried. It was really touching and helped me to get over Stacy right then and there. Fast forward to today, and suddenly, Ashli is there right alongside my mother in the.