Amy saw where he was looking and giggled, "I guess we're really a disgrace."

"You mean leaving the party early so we could fuck?" Jim chuckled. "Nobody knew, why we left."

"They must have guessed," Amy laughed, "from the way you were feeling me up in the kitchen."

"Let 'em eat their hearts out," Jim said.

Amy hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and quickly pulled the little garment down, letting it slide to her feet. Tracy felt hot excitement at seeing another woman's bush for the first time. Amy's muff was exquisite, a little puff of light blond curls. She stepped out of her panties and went over to the bed.

"Hurry up, darling," she said huskily. "I'm so horny for you, I can hardly stand it."

"If I can just get this fucking shoelace undone," Jim muttered. "Aw, to hell with it."

He pulled off the shoe, still laced, and tossed it aside. Amy stretched out on her back and opened her legs obscenely wide. Jim gawked. The lovely blonde was displaying her whole naked gash to him, wet red flesh fringed with dainty golden curls. Jim swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbin, and started undressing as fast as he could.

Now Tracy was even more excited. She'd never seen a naked man before. She was dying to know what a cock looked like. When Jim was finally down to his jockey shorts, she saw that the fly was enormously tented, just like Freddie's jeans had been when he dry-humped her. Jim gingerly tugged his shorts over the big hard bulge, and Tracy stifled an excited moan. At last she was going to see how guys were different from girls.

Her eyes got huge as Jim stepped out of his shorts. His cock was gigantic to her inexperienced eyes, seven inches of thick bloated flesh, a rigid sausage shaped thing that stood straight up and was capped with a huge purple knob-shaped head. He had a bush of wiry dark hairs, and below that were two hugely swollen sacs of flesh, thatched with coarse black fur. As he walked to the bed, his cock wagged stiffly and menacingly.