Needless to say we never really picked any chicks up. I remember one of the boys suggested going downtown. He said we could cruise Bug House Square. W...e all asked why what’s there? Sonny made a face at us and said that’s where the gay guys hang around. Ricky told me the other day he got a BJ down there. We all came up with some kind of reason for not wanting to anything to do with Bug House Square. One Saturday night after a typical date with my steady at the drive in theater I was. ? Slipping the soap sopped coral sponge into the puckering crease, pressing it upwards between the parting slit between Lynn’s spreading thighs; she forces it upwards, rubs back and forth across the exposed clit.?Ooommmpphhh!??You liked it, didn’t you?... Liked what you saw? That huge cock excited you I bet,? She smirks as she washes, lets the corner of the sponge slide into Lynn’s spreading slit. ?I knew you’d be here today before me, and tonight was already scheduled? You had to clean. Girls like to be touched there, but you must have clean hands first. Go wash your hands, and I'll let you touch me.The boys fought and pushed to be first at the sink until Polly warned them to behave. They washed carefully, but hurriedly, and Polly let them take turns fingering her vagina, exploring as far into it as they dared. Polly squirmed under their touch. The boys loved that. It was, after all, the point of exercise. Polly wanted them to know how to do it right.Then Polly taught them how. But the fruit seller was not done yet. He picked Sumathi up and took her to the living room, where all the boxes were stacked against the wall. He placed her right on top of one box and started ramming his dick inside her pussy like there was no tomorrow.Sumathi couldn’t care less. She was keener to orgasm more. The change in the room and new position only made this experience more pleasurable. All she did was call out her pleasures in shouts. The fruit seller was insatiable. He did pound.