Maybe eat a bit later…then, at 6, it happens…then in my room…and then the masterstroke…so to speak. My dad’s outside talking on the phone wi...th his contacts. Good, that means he’s accounted for later. My brother’s taking a bath for his date; just as planned, he’ll be out of the way. Mom’s at work, my sister’s at a friend’s house…all I need now is for him to come…*ding dong*The doorbell! Alright. That’s him, it’s showtime.****“I do it every night! And you?” I bragged with a mischievous grin.. The team fullback, a tight end and one of the centers were the ones who needed the help. She knew the three but was not their main teacher so had little contact with them except at games.What she did not know was that these three had rather shady reputations concerning the girls at school and in the town. They were all over six feet and quite muscular due to their physical training for football. Powerfully built young men, two being 18 and one was 17. They were all black, a dark black, with. His stare fixed on my crotch, and I looked down to see that my underwear was exposed. Obviously. The white cotton hugged my lower lips and presented a fine outline of their shape. Oh God I still remember how humiliating that felt. It was the first time that a man saw me in my underwear. There were a couple girls I had experimented with in my past, but never with a man.“Don’t worry, we ain’t doing anything tonight that you don’t want to do, muffin,” he whispered.After uttering those reassuring. He said the college k**s were the type that were really smart, but didn't have much experience with girls, so they were a little shy. Chris said that since I was an engineer that I could help them with some of their problems.When I arrived at Chris' house, he was dressed really casually, wearing only a pair of swim trunks (that were kind of see-through) and a tee shirt. He told me I was dressed too formally for such a casual meeting. After we get done prepping, we'll take a swim before the guys.