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This is THE BEST story on here!
I hope it continues

Amazing!

Wow!
Loving this story!
Keep it up!

Our First Story. This is me and my partners’ shared account. We’ll be sharing a variety of stories and experiences. (This is something that happened when I was 13) My name is Hannah, and I am very petite. I have long, reddish/brown hair and am American/Japanese. My sister and I were definitely raise...

Thanks JeepMan!
Long time fan of your work on here.
Stripped by Girls is damn near perfect.
My partner and I love it!
Keep up the great work!

Our First Story Part 2: There the 6 of us were. 3 teenage girls in bikinis, 3 older teenage guys in swim trunks. “So...” Mark started “What do you guys want to do tonight?” “You really have the place to yourselves all weekend?” Hal asked. “Yup.” Amber said. “I figure we’ll just hangout and play some...

Our First Story Part 3: I looked down at the three naked guys in the pool and realized we had the control now. “What the hell?!” Hal complained. “Looks like you boys lost.” Kimber cheered. Amber returned with a huge smile on her face. “Good game guys!” She taunted. “Very funny. Now give is our suits...

Our First Story Part 4 “Oooooh!” Kimber shouted. “How about chicken fights?!” “Great idea!” Amber said. “Boys, hop in the water!” Amber said, slapping the water. Mark hopped off the side of the pool and slid behind me. I yelped as I felt his hands squeeze my hips, lifting me out of the water. He man...

Personally, I like the girls being SO confident. Instead of being afraid or nervous around Peter, they are embracing the situation! The slow burn is fantastic. My boyfriend likes pretending he’s Peter. As I mentioned, we enjoy reading your story to one another. It’s just SO hot! We both love your ch...

Our First Story Part 5: “Lets go dry off the boys.” Armed with our wash cloths, we headed back out to the pool. “Pizza will be here soon! Come get dry!” Amber called, walking towards them. “Where are the towels?” Hal asked, holding his genitals and looking sceptically at the small cloths in our hand...