I thought aboutsending her an email--she wasn't online for chat--but maybe she didn'twant to hear from me that much. That might sound a bit desperate....I wasgoing to see her in a few hours.We ate an early lunch of sandwiches. My mother was preoccupied with herwork but Julie seemed as happy as ever. I had the distinct sense lastnight that something serious was bothering her, that she wanted to tellme something.I was laying on the couch trying to read a book when Samantha arrived togo shopping. I felt like I had endured this horrible humiliating treatment, but I really needed the scholarship. And ‘one more thing’ is all I really heard. My back had passed. And, apparently, so had my breasts. And my knees. I still do not know why a scholarship exam should require such intimate appraisals, but still I just kept hearing, ‘one more thing.’I knew I had to continue. And I also suspected that it really couldn’t get any worse. Again, having never had a complete physical before, I really had no. So why the fuck do you think I'd go there?"Taking a deep breath I try to explain what I've gotten planned. "We're not going to swing. I phoned the girl who runs the club and she said we're more than welcome to come along and just mingle and that if we want to just be watched together that's ok too, as they have a policy that people only touch or join in by invitation. I just thought it might be the opportunity to fulfil the fantasy."Expecting a barrage I'm pleasantly suprised or should I. She was grunting and breathing hard after a few minutes. I could feel her tits on my back and her bally on my ass as she fucked me slowly. “That is so fucking hot,” Janice squealed. That is right girl, finger that pussy,” Betsy slurred. I could hear wet sounds coming from the side Janice was on so I assumed she was fingering herself watching me get fucked by Tonia. Tonia increased her pace and she was slamming me into my bed deeper and deeper. My cock was hard as a rock and I wished someone.