We dared each other to do acrobatic stunts. There were two pipes what went across the ditch, one was over three foot round and the other was less then... one foot. I dared Tom to cross the largest one. He crossed it, then dared me. I went over it easily. Then he dared me to cross the smaller one. I was nervous about it but I didn't want to be called a chicken. I was half way across when I lost my footing and fell. The water was deep so I didn't fall far. I climbed out soaking wet, Tom was laughing. But Davey, it turned out, wasn't hard to talk to. The longer we were together, the more relaxed he became.And the more I started to like him. He was my first jock. I'd been dating for a long time, but it had mostly been boys from the schools I had gone to, growing up. Or, more recently, young men from the University, or business associates of my father's, or my mother's. Oh, some of them played golf or tennis, probably. But certainly none of them had been a professional athlete.A professional. " I fondled her breast as she licked my lips."Oh... bhaiya (brother)." She said giggling.My already hardened cock was poking against her belly. Mansi stated down at my engorged cock."God... ! It's hard again." She grabbed it... rubbing its head against her wet bush. "What does it want?" My l'il sister's delicious cunt." I kept my hand over her cunt and ran a finger along its slit.She brought my cock head little lower and rubbed it along her cunt slit."You didn't answer dear sis." I continued. As I looked around there were women everywhere occupied with looking at the intimates. We blended in and I almost immediately felt comfortable.“Well, do you see anything you like?” Sis asked. “How about these panties?” She started picking some up and laying them out. “Pick the ones you like and I’ll check the sizes.”I must have picked up ten pairs of various styles of panties. Then we found some bras, a few short teddies, and a long sheer negligee. I also picked out a skimpy sexy girdle. Sis.