She got oodles of presents from her parents, a nice one from Pete that looked like Mom had picked it out, and a blouse from Colin that brought a frown... of disapproval from Mom, and a deep scowl from Dad. If he was going to remove the blouses, she figured that Colin had the right to pick them out. Still she was smart enough not to say that to Mom, much less to Dad.Wednesday, January 15, as if to prove her assurances to Colin wrong, Andy asked her to the dance on Saturday. Only a desperate girl. I was hoping you would come.” “I was tired.” “I danced so much I’m sore.” “It wouldn’t have been for me last night. So, did you get laid?” I was trying to joke and be playful, but I regretted the question as soon as it left my lips. “And that would be your business how?” she said without looking from the paper. I thought I was safe. Then a light turned on. “The real question is, did YOU get laid?” Amy asked focusing all her attention on me. “And that would be your business…?” I started,. I kicked off my shoes and socks as they watched from inside the hot tub. I stripped out of my t-shirt and then my jeans, leaving on my bikini-brief underwear which did little to hide my excitement. I slipped into the hot tub as each of them took up a sitting position on either side of me. The water lapped at our chins as all three of us dipped down into the swirling hot waters, as far as we could.I felt a hand on my leg. Inching its way towards my crotch. It was the skinner girl with the big. "Not at all." Her eyes watched as I kicked off my shoes and slid my trousers (and underpants) down to my ankles; I was still behind the counter but she saw me lift them onto the wooden top and she scooped them into a big bag. "Oi," I argued."I don't want stray underpants in the background of my pictures!" She countered and licked her lips. "And Mickey Mouse boxers?" They were a present. From an ex." I can see why she's your ex," Sara teased coldly and wiggled her finger for me to come out onto.