We'd never spent the night with our boyfriends, or even with the entire group. There was sort of constant touching all night long, and I woke up at le...st once with a stiff dick that needed taking care of. I have no idea who it belonged to, and somehow that was kind of cool.The next morning we could have gotten up, washed up, gotten dressed, and so on. We did, if you throw plenty of sex in there, too. It was Saturday morning, and by the time we were ready to face the world all the guys were. ' We got a taxi down to the pub. Pepper wasn't nervous, but I was. What would they think of me now? I left to go and live in sunny California with my materialistic schoolmates and loose women while they were back here surfing and kicking the footy and going to uni to become lawyers and doctors or trade school to drive utes and cut off people in traffic. Already I was stereotyping them, just like they were probably stereotyping me. There goes Hunter, listen to his accent, he sounds like a Yank!I. He's getting up there, but he's only fifty-five and will probably be ecstatic to run a park again. Will he be able to use the owner's house or will he need to get a mobile home." He should use the owner's place. The house will be empty as soon as we close, which should be this week."Tiny called his dad, and twenty minutes later, a slightly smaller version of Tiny came through the door. He introduced himself to me saying his name was Charlie and the lady following him was Matty, his wife. I. Drenching me. If I had a cock it would berock hard. But I didn't. I reached for my breasts, holding them.Squeezing them. I watched as my hand lifted them, bounced them. Icraned my neck down, eagerly, just catching my nipple with my. God.Reflexively, my hand went down to my crotch. I cupped this pussy. Mypussy. My vagina. The edge of my hand came up between my labia, slowly, exquisitely. Itreached up near my clittie and I felt a wave of intoxicating warmth,pressure, sensation. My.