That was just the way it was. All six of us always got hot and hornywhenever we talked for very long about boys. It just couldn't behelped.Whenever th...ree or more of us got together, talk always quickly turnedto boys. That was just the way we were and we loved it. None of us,especially Bambi, ever thought there could be anything wrong withtalking about boys.And once we became fully aroused, there was only one way that any ofus ever found relief.Fortunately, that was never a problem. There were. Quickly, he yanked off the shirt and tumbled into the shower allowing the warm water to run over his abused body like it would absolve all his sins as well as his aches and pains. He heard the phone ringing in the bedroom but ignored it and continued to finish his shower distaining any interruption from the outside world.The name of a girl flashed into his mind and he held onto it trying to match it with an image of her face. The red hair and the upturned nose were the first details and then he. He said, “I don’t know about you, man, but I get turned on so easily around girls that it’s ridiculous. It’s the stupid things like, I love seeing a girls bra strap on her shoulders, or her panties barely sticking out of her pants, and Tracy had both of those things going for her tonight at the beach. I was afraid of being busted having a massive hard-on in my pants when we all started dancing.” As he said this, he made a slow, deliberate pull on his cock through his jeans, and I could see a. Brenda giggled and invited me in.We went into the kitchen where her mother was standing. Brenda ran to her and whispered something in her ear and they both giggled. I looked as completely bemused as you would expect, considering my vast experience with women. Elizabeth apologized for laughing, but she said that she couldn't help it—I had looked so cute when I was astonished. I grinned and told her to forget it.We left on two motor scooters. Douglas had insisted that Brenda take hers for.