With butterflies in my stomach I knocked on the door and Alan let me in. Alan was already excited, seen clearly by the bulge in his pants, his parents...generally get home early evening. The only fly in the ointment could be Dawn - his sister - if she came home, but Alan said it was netball practice today so we had about an hour.Anyway, we were sat on the settee and we both agreed looking at other cocks and touching our cocks excited us both, plainly obvious by the bulges in our pants and with. Her body is pale and soft, chunky rather than fat, it’s clear that she’s never seen the inside of a gym. Those breasts look as big out of the dress as they did in it – sitting in D-cups begging to be motor-boated. Her belly is soft without protruding, her hips wide. She’s wearing black lingerie. A lacey bra and g-string panty set, black stockings and suspenders. It’s the gear they bought today at the lingerie shop.She barely changes her stance, but moves her hands across her crotch, clearly. "Bret, what clothes are you taking to wear at the Olympics? We were talking and realized you never wear anything but your issued clothing."Bret answered with a grimace, "That's the only clothing I own, except what the Olympic committee issued me to wear when preforming."All four girls were speechless with their shock. For the last three years, Bret had been giving allowances every other month to make sure their wardrobes were sufficient. He had supplied them homes to live in, cars for. They had something akin to love at first sight. It wasnt first sight, but it was an instant moment when love happened. It isnt fair to say that they fell in love, because it takes time to fall, they became love. While Cynthia had the momentous second, Alex had sensed it coming on for a short time before she kissed Cynthia. They both awoke from the daze of love, suddenly aware of their physical bodies once again, no longer acting on pure instincts. Oh I love you, Cynthia said just barely.