***** It was a beautiful morning and I had just woken up. As I came out of my room in my nightgown, I saw a young cute guy sitting outside my husband�...�s office room; it was Ronald. He was holding his school bag. Young guys had always made my pussy wet, the thought of having their fresh young cocks in my mouth had always made me feel horny. I kept looking at Ronald for a minute and then I called him. “Who are you?” I asked. “Ronald, I have come with my dad,” he replied and hesitated a little. I. How about we call a truce, I don't unmask 'you' and you cut out the DonRickles routine when you have me in your salon chair. Okay?"The rest of the hair due was uneventful and he was back in the cardriving home. It was late in the afternoon when Peter was back atJennifer's preparing for the prom. More recordings of Peter modeling hisnew dress was taken. His makeup was more dramatic than ever and he lookedin the mirror. He decided he looked like a saloon girl from the eighteensixties now. It was. A moment later he heard the shower door close, and knew that they were all in.They took turns standing under the water, having to squeeze past each other's bodies as they did so. As the four of them began soaping each other up, the feeling of sliding past one another grew more and more pleasurable. Greg loved the feel of their soapy boobs against his chest, and the slippery trail he left against their thighs with his cock as he moved past them.Greg took the opportunity to grope the girls'. Nick was about six one, muscular and almost as black as coal. Jill looked at me and whispered, "Do you really want me to be fucked by a black guy?" I told her that the guy paying us had insisted on it and that I was OK with it. "All right," Jill replied. I introduced them and Jill kissed each of them hello. They all fondled her tits as she did. I could see her nipples hardening. I told them that I would film each of them arriving again. Then I would follow them into the bedroom. After.