I was the cool guy from Seattle. She had the tightest body. I had a good build because I played hoops everyday after school and, believe it or not, ta.... I guess you could say there wasn't much to do where I lived. As fate would have it she was staying at her aunt's for the weekend. Lucky break since her aunt lived only 5 minutes away. It was almost perfect. Almost. The only downer was her tag-along cousin, Sarah. She wasn't bad looking...She was annoying. Hot, but irritating. Their aunt thought. Kissing my way up the slope of her breast and to her neck. She purrs and we kiss deep. Her hand at the time had migrated to my semi-hard cock which she grabs hold. I look over at Russ and he still was sucking on her left tit. Carol nodded her head to the side and told me to grab the sponges and soap. I reached over but she didn’t let go of my cock. I still managed and handed one to Russ. He started to soap and was her front while I got her back.I rubbed the sponge across her shoulders and down. Horrible name, I know, and it was that much worse that her first name was Pamela and sort of rhymed (Pamela Ramyerfinger), though I only thought of her as Mrs. Lambfinger.No. Not quite true. I thought of her in many different ways. I sometimes thought of her unbuttoning her top for me, button by button, to reveal-- well, I'm not sure now how my fantasies played out, since they had no basis in reality with any girl at that point, of course. I knew nothing about how girls really behaved when you. It had happened suddenly and without any real physical stimulation of her sex, but she might have cheated. My attention had been focused on my dad at the time, so I'd decided already that it was Mom's fault in any event. She'd cum without permission and that wasn't something I generally allowed from my slaves.So I had her kneeling on the carpet, after moving the furniture back a little further to give us more room. It would have been nice to have a real dungeon at my disposal, meaning a bondage.