Laura’s ass cheeks were spilling under her denim shorts and Gemma and Aisha had distinct camel toes in their skimpy shorts. Ashlie and Hayley were the only ones down to their underwear and just looked very sexual and up for it. “Let’s see his six pack, then!” Ashlie insisted. “Ashlie, let the poor guy get a drink.” “I don’t mind,” said Tommy, enjoying the attention. He lifted his deckchair striped shirt eliciting gasps and wolf-whistles. “Shit a brick!” exclaimed Aisha. “They looked like they’ve been carved out of stone,” added Hayley. “I told you.” “Look at his groin muscles,” said Ashlie. “You weren’t exaggerating,” said Samara. “I have to train every day,” said Tommy,” proudly exhibiting his well-honed torso. I showed Tommy to the sofa, handing him a glass of white wine, as the girls assembled around. Ashlie brazenly ran her fingers through his dark hair. “You’ll have to excuse my friend,” I said. “Ashlie is feeling rather horny.” Ignoring me completely, both Ashlie. A much larger and more varied store than Mom’s. I was an early developing young woman. By the time I was f******n, I was the tallest girl in my class and had sprouted an impressive pair of breasts. I was thrilled with them, as were the boys in school. The girls were jealous. At the same time, I became acutely aware of the difference between boys and men. It was men who attracted me, and caused my pussy to moisten and tingle. Specifically, my stepfather principally attracted me, although there were certainly others - my doctor, my teacher, a neighbor. It was my stepfather, however, who first noted my emerging sexuality intuited and who, out of the kindness of his heart, undertook to introduce me to the pleasures in which I now find such delight. Along with my maturing body, I began to develop that feminine sixth sense which alerts one to a masculine interest in one. A tone of voice, a prolonged glance, a lingering touch. I don’t now remember what alerted me to Dad’s piqued interest. I.
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