I, for the most part, ignored the chatter from the four girls behind us; however, I blame them for what caused me to get my first "taste" of Paula, if...you will."Hey Ricky, come here." "Hm? Do you need help with another question?" Paula, instead of pointing at another problem or nodding, pulled the chair to her right away from the table. "Sit next to me! It'll make it easier for you to help me out. Plus you won't have to crawl over the chairs again." Seeing as I sat three chairs away from her,. She knew I hated being called that. She must have been in a playful mood again.I stifled a groan. I hadn't realised it was noon already, and had only just finished breakfast. Sunday was the only day I could actually lie in. Trying not to show how tired I was, I followed Michelle into our bedroom.After rummaging around in my underwear drawer, Michelle pulled out a bright pink bikini top and threw it at me. "Here, try this on," she said, as if I had a choice. I wasn't really in the mood to dress. Is that really for real? I mean, really? Completely truly? I keep hearing that, even from Amy's lips, but I just don't believe it."Katherine smiled broadly. "Yep. Alan has a LOT of lovers. All of them are gorgeous girls. And Amy really is totally cool with it."Christine's bewilderment was written all over her face. "But why?" First off, she really is as sweet and sharing as she appears. Plus, most of his other relationships pre-dated when they started going out, so it just seemed natural to. He slid his hands down and cupped her firm bottom, pulling her against the hardness at his groin. Flushed and breathing hard, they leaned back in each other’s arms. Mrs. Parker’s lips were red and wet. Bobby took his hands from her bottom and opened her sweater. His companion let her arms drop to her sides and he pushed it down, then pulled it off and laid it on a nearby chair. When the sweater was out of the way, he unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her lacy white bra. Bobby turned his.