“Oh no, you don’t have to! You can just stay on that side of the bed.”“Don’t you usually wear a shirt to bed?”“I usually sleep naked.”... was really getting the hang of it now. Brian stared, his mind vaguely grasping at a plot he couldn’t quite grasp. He responded warily.“Sure, that’s all right, we just can’t let on to the parents.” He walked over to the other side of the bed in his thick fleece pajamas and crawled in. His loose pants let me get a good look at the mound in his pants. Apparently. Betsy let herself in and she set her bag down. She heard water running and assumed Doris was in the shower, but suddenly her friend cried out. "Up here, Doris said. "There's coffee ready. Grab a cup and come up here while I get ready."Betsy went to the kitchen and poured herself a coffee. She didn't know what to expect when she headed up to the bedroom. When she entered Doris' room, the first thing Betsy noticed was a strange bag on the floor. Then she tried to take everything in with a quick. After a couple of times as a threesome, Coach told me he would like to take me up to a mobile home he had in the country for a weekend. He said I should ask my parents' permission to go up the following Friday and come back on Sunday.I was one exhausted boy when I got home, and was disappointed to learn that my Dad had gone out of town on a business trip. My mother didn't know about my adventures with Dad, so she wasn't upset when I told her about Coach's invitation. I got the idea that she. We both had onreally dark sunglasses which were great because we could stare at thegirls as much as we wanted to and they couldn't tell that we were doingit. Every so often one of us would spot a girl with a really spectacularset of knockers and we'd elbow the other one so that both of us couldenjoy the view. Because of my fair skin I had to be careful aboutgetting sunburned so I'd brought a bottle of high SPF lotion and appliedit to my exposed skin every hour or so, and immediately after.