" this or "Miss" that, and they are "Mr." or "Mrs." or "Miss" so-and-so.Believe it or not, there's even a dress code! No tube tops, no hot pants, no h...ats. They stopped short of the jacket and neck tie, at least. Now I was about to find out it was all or nothing!She's wasn't bad looking, Miss Mitchell, kind of skinny, on the tall side. You couldn't tell a lot about her figure, 'cause she usually wore a suit. You know, a skirt that came below her knees, a white blouse with a sort of fluffy bow. God, it was the pool party all over again, but now there were more of them! The laughter continued as Ashley and Lily began tickling each other. Soon it became an all-out tickle fight, and someone must have spilled the beans regarding my weakness about getting tickled, because they all descended on me in a giggling horde, poking my sides and fluttering fingers on my feet until I was incapacitated. The sweet scent of young girl filled my nostrils as they piled on top of me, and soft bodies. She could hear him rumbling around. "What are you doing? Where are you? she asked. "Shhh. Be quiet." he would say.She felt the bed move. He was on the bed. She was startled when she felt his hands on her legs; moving up and down. It felt different. What was he doing. She smelled something. Lotion. Lotion from the bath room. He was rubbing lotion on her legs. It felt good. Then to her arms. It was cool and nice. Ohh. A hand brushed across her nipple and then the other as he. When the sun drops below the horizon lets buy a couple tickets to our favorite ride and try something new! Whenever she got that twinkle in her pretty blue eyes,I knew that meant trouble.We watched as the last car got crunched and an old 76 cadillac emerged the winner.By this time it was 8:30pm so we walked around and tried a few games along the midway,at 9:oo the sky had turned totally dark... She took my hand in hers and said lets get our tickets to ride.We tried sex in a lot of various.