One especially fun thing was to play tag on the monkey bars. I would give her a head start and then climb up to try to catch her. Once I tagged her I ...would take off across the bars trying to avoid her pursuit. If she didn't catch me in less than a minute I would slow down and allow her to tag me. Her tags were creative but not as blatant as in the pool. As a result I only had a mild stirring in my shorts. One of the fun things I liked to do was when chasing her I would look to see if I could. He said you saved him thousands and if I could get you to work for me it would be well worth while." I'm not looking for full-time employment..." No. I know. I respect your choice. I suspect your approach is part of what has made my daughter so happy. To be sure our way of living hasn't. And I know you haven't kept up your professional licences and insurance..." he looked at me and I shrugged, "which you don't need for the charity audits you do more out of ... charity ... than to earn your beer. We made eye contact and I watched as he wrote the letters P I on his windowpane. I nodded and decided not to say anything to Diane. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and I just had to hope that these pictures didn't wind up on the internet.I continued to stroke and caress her body as she wiggled and squirmed into me. After what seemed like forever Diane hissed, "Fuck me, right here, right now."As I pulled my cock out and began to use it to gather her juices I looked up to see the PI. And lost her virginity to. Blah blah "I'm still with him" blah blah. So metimes I just can't listen anymore. I'm the only virgin left between me and my other bestfriends and all I hear is about how I need to loose it but then they talk about how much it hurt and it makes me even more scared to do it. I turned my head to the side and sighed. I looked at all the people talking with there friends all faces similar but looking the other way until my eyes passed a pair that were looking.