If we were content to take it slow and gentle on our sides, we could keep all our tender bits covered. If one of us got really excited and needed some... serious pounding, passion tended to trump practicality and we often had to warm up the person who left something hanging out, with a four-way hug.We got home and went to work prepping for winter. We were getting some license fees from our inventions and some endorsement deals from gear we tested came through. That let us fill up the hay loft in. Latha hesitantly narrated what had happened in the textile showroom where she had gone to buy her inner garments. Latha had in fact finished her purchases at the stores within no time. She had been waiting for the lift on the fifth floor when a couple of local boys had told her that the lift wasn’t working. Latha had decided to climb down the stairs, which was partly dark due to poor lighting and also because of the cartons stacked on either side. The two boys who had misled her about the lift. But that's when they heard one of them say what would how he would fuck any girl if no one found out. He said it wouldn't matter just as long as he could feel a pussy or what a blow job is like.Nancy had it. She said to Jill why don't we go down there fuck the shit out of them and tell them we will be their sex slaves if they can keep quiet. Jill was a virgin also, and told Nancy she would rather the story get out. But then Nancy explained how fun it would be. When we were masturbating in the. Deanna had long, wavy brown hair and blue eyes. She had an elegance to her that Summer didn't quite possess. Summer was a classic blonde, who shared her eye color with Deanna, but little else in appearance. She had a bit of a tan, unlike her best friend. She was not quite as intellectual as her friend, either, though not the typical blonde bimbo that some would assume. She had a brain and ambition to be something: she wanted to be a reporter for the local TV news.Deanna, meanwhile, pursued a.