Over the next few weeks we went from two students with similar schedules... to friends... to me thinking of him as a potential boyfriend, sex partner,...and disciplinarian. Yeah, that's how my mind works. Most girls that age would be thinking something like "wonder if he will ask me out", or "wonder if he is a good kisser", or for the more adventurous "wonder if he is the one I will give my virginity to". The sluts of course would also add "wonder how big his cock his". I briefly asked myself all. It hadn'toccurred to me 'not' to swallow. He must think I'm a right slut!"I'm sorry," I murmured."Don't be." He smiled. "That was fantastic."On the way home he told me his name was Trev and he'd given Master Kurtand his conquests lifts home before. They always came out walking likethey'd had good seeing to and needing a lift home. Trev generally waitedfor them as he was on to 'a sure thing'. I don't know if he meant thefare or the blowjob.I don't know how I felt about being one of a string of. She got out of the car forgetting that heels and sand don’t go well together. She quickly removed her heels and began to retrace her steps from the night before.The morning was quiet; there was not a single person on the beach, only the sound of the pounding surf. She slowly walked up on the porch and knocked, and waited – there is no answer. Disappointed, she tried one more time – she knocked, but her knocks only brought the same result – no answer, silence. She was dejected. ?How could I. "Lorena stared. "You mean, screw us in turn?" Not all the way, baby," Jean grinned. "I mean he screws one of us awhile – without coming – then the other; taking turns that way. Of course, when he has to come, then he can just let it go into whoever he happens to be fucking at the moment." That sounds groovy," Lorena agreed. "Glynn?" Oh hell yes," he grinned. "Man, oh man! Dipping my wick into two beautiful cunts. one right after the other. I'm liable to flip right out."Holding hands, Lorena.