That morning, I had done my 3rd nude day morning breakfast before putting on my jacket, for the call just as David had dared me to do and then to do �...��nude day attire’ from 11am and again at 2 pm for an hour each time irrespective who was around and our upper rooms were out of bounds.So that day deliberately leaving my jacket in the kitchen and taking my coffee I went into the study room and worked there till midday. My heart rate rose when I heard my boys come downstairs to have their. So, one of my friends did. There was a hundred dollars bet the first day.“The girl who was running the betting--I guess she was my bookie--moved away last summer. So a guy in my neighborhood took over the bets and I’m holding the money. Meanwhile, I pretended I didn’t have a clue about what was going on. But I laugh my ass off when a guy starts to sniff around when his day comes close.“I’ve turned down the Prom King, the Student Council President and even a teacher, for God’s sake. All of them. Arms rose from the mass to wrap around Runt, a dozen hands questing up and down his torso as they submerged him in the pile, burying him in yielding flesh.Zagza was sporting his own conspicuous erection of impressive size, Schaffer unable to tear his eyes away from it as its shiny surface glinted in the firelight. Much like Runt’s member, it was a rod of rosy flesh covered in small bumps, its tapered tip leaking clear fluid in anticipation. Unlike Runt’s, however, it looked to be nearly as long. ..” I pressed harder, her moans grew louder, her gyrations became larger, and soon, she screamed, “I'm cumming, Vincent! Don't stop!” I continued rubbing her as she came, her panties completely soaked through, her scent spurring me forward. “Oh my God...Jesus...That was amazing!” she exclaimed between inhalations. “Oh... We're not finished yet...” Before she could recover from her orgasm, I peeled the thong down her legs, and plunged my tongue deep within her swollen sex, relishing the taste.