Nat and Whitney seemed just as pleased.Jeff listened to Carla for a moment, then interrupted her, "Hold on a minute, Carla. I don't want to have to re...peat this. Okay to put you on speaker?" When she agreed, Jeff pressed the button and set the phone back in its cradle near the bed. "Alright, we're all in our bedroom and listening. Start at the beginning, please, and tell us what happened."When Carla had finished and the questions and comments wound down, Jeff took the phone off speaker and said. "You could get to know some of my crowd that way, Stacy."Stacy said that she was willing and Betty said that they'd have a lot of fun, and then wanted to know if Stacy was interested in hearing how she'd lost her cherry.When Stacy gave an affirmative answer, wondering if she should tell that a hair brush handle had gotten her cherry, thinking that that would be good for a laugh, Betty began telling about her first sexual experience with a partner.It'd been with a first cousin. Betty didn't. She made quick work of the buttons and fly and extracted my hard cock. Looking at it almost with a interest, she wrapped her hand around the stone that was a part of me and stroked slowly with passion. Rubbing pre-cum on the head making it all that much more sensitive. Then Miranda looked back at me with those beautiful blue eyes and winked as the bit her full lips. In one solid motion she forced my cock in her mouth and down her throat. Gaging halfway down before continuing till her lips meet. I guess it was at this timethat I developed the need to acquire things as a symbol of success.? Growing up, I was about as average physicallyas a person can get---I didn?t become attractive to boys until I was aboutsixteen and started to fill out a little.?But I compensated by always being smart, very smart; but even there Ididn?t quite qualify as truly brilliant for I?ll never forget the guidancecounselor that had once described me as ?marginally gifted?.? Not strongly religious, but as good.