” I said. “That’s ok. We could have made even more of a mess.” Stacy answered. I froze just like I had so many years before. Finally Stacy bro...ke the silence. “I need to ask a favor from you.” I said “Sure what ya need?” She back peddled a bit, “Well, it’s kind of an odd request.” “Come on. What do you need? “I asked pressing her. Stacy paused a minute and then looked me in the eyes and said. “I need you to fuck me.” Well there it was. After all these years, it had come full circle. “Look I know. Was I the cause? Was the sight of my body making his cock hard? This was like my fantasy come true.I moved my hands away and spread my legs. “Do you think I’m pretty Mr. Olsen?”“Yes, I think you are a very pretty girl Cindy.”Amy said “You can see he is telling the truth. Look how hard you have made his cock. Would you like to see it? Come over here honey.”Mike walked around the coffee table and stood in front of Amy. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. When she pulled them. Just then, Jodi steps out onto the deck. She is still naked and rubbing her eyes sleepily. Her limp cock is swinging lazily and her breasts are glowing in the morning sun. "Is it still clothing optional day?" she asks sleepily."Of course, if you want it to be," you respond."Sounds good to me," I chime in and remove my panties. You do the same and we all three giggle. I notice the heart tattoo above Jodi's right breast and say, "Tell us about that tat, if you don't mind." Sure," she responds,. It was true, Debbie was a close friend, someone I could talk to aboutprivate things. She was also about my age and a girl. She never toldher mom about what I did, or at least it never got to my parents. More importantly, we were good friends and were a boy and a girl, nowten years old. Old enough to think about playing romance games, notjust k** games.I didn't stop noticing Caroline's body, enjoying glimpses of hernipples when she'd bend over, or spotting their hardness under hershirt. And I.