She was 18, I knew that much, and she liked computer games of course. I had never seen a picture of her or asked for it. But why should I? We did talk...about personal things sometimes, but mostly about the games we played or would like to be playing. As our fellow team mates said their ‘See ya laters’ and logged off the voice chat, Melissa and I were alone. I secretly cherished those moments alone with her as we talked about what went wrong and came up with better tactics for the upcoming. But she was shy to share her personal matters with me. This got me more frustrated and I thought to myself “What the hell!!! I’ve gone completely out of my way to fulfill her wishes to surf all these law sites when she exhibits her, and now that I ask her something she withdraws?” Things had gone far beyond my tolerance now. I firmly decided to go ahead with fulfilling my own desires from now on. One day charmingly I asked her that how come she always wore only jeans and Bermudas, and never. I was glad they did, because Janet was really hot. Sandy too.I asked, “By the way, where is Sandy?”Janet chuckled, “She’s pulling a train down on the mats by your cabana. She told Dan he had to be there too, so he’s getting to watch and participate in her first gangbang. Amazing, huh?” She turned in my arms and kissed me some more, rubbing those tight pointy nips of hers around my chest. “Let’s use that chaise right there to fuck. I really need you to do me.” Janet stroked my cock with both. Then he started fucking again, his abdomen pushing on her rear, and she heard the small grunts each time he pushed deep. She pulled her legs forward and hooked one over his thighs to get it deeper, and could see the wet, glistening tool as it thrust and retracted in her spread cunt.His hand left her breast and pinched her clitoris, and she felt the shooting thrills each time he squeezed, in the same rhythm as his stroking tool. She almost reached down to push his arm away but heard him gasp.