Who knows he might try to meet me. Oh well...Later Ken came out to catch some sun and took the lounger next to me.Hi Kristy, getting some rays on thos... beautiful tits?" he asks."Hi Ken. Oh yeah, they seem a little pale and this sun feels so good. Where is Sandy?" I asked."She is taking a nap, I kept her up late last night," he just grinned knowing I understood he meant that he had made love to her all night."Ok. Hey look at the neighbor's house, up in the second window from the right. See that. She reached to pull me to her, her lips seeking mine, as her hand went to my breast.Her head pulled back from the kiss, "You three have corrupted a young girl but you know what? I've never felt so happy. I'm not sure what you've done to me, Helen, but I love it!"I smiled at her, "I have a room if you'd prefer some privacy." That'd be nice but later. Will you show me what to do?" She was already undoing my buttons, with one hand reaching inside. She kept on taking sneak peeks at the other two. *Pammysmiles and wiggles her toes.?Thepedicure goes nicely with Yas carefully shapeing each nail, trimming eachcuticleandlaving Pammys feet with fragrant oils.*Mmm Yas,that feels so nice, what color should my toes be?* *I can*t decide betweenred orpink.* says Pammy.Yasminerubs the oils into Pammys* foot, just inches from her lips. * Oh Miss, I think pink isdefinately your color. Let me show you what I have.* Yasminepaints Pammys* toes several times before they finally agree that the hot pink. “You’re going to sing,” I replied.“Yeah right!”I laughed. “No, actually, I think we might have a singer.”“Really?”Pete and Carl looked up at me. “Who? You?”I hesitated. “Lara.”“Your sister? Really?” Carl asked.“Yeah. Wait until you hear her.”“Are you serious? Can she even sing?”“Fuck yeah, she can!”Carl made a face. “I don’t know if that’s going to work.”My heart sank a little. I had a feeling he was going to hold out.“Are we going to be singing Madonna songs and shit?” he asked.I laughed with.