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Mark and I were playing a video game in the living room when the phone rang. Mark ran to the kitchen and I heard him answer.
"Oh, Hi Mrs. Peterson. Yeah, he's here, just a second!"
I thought, "Oh shit, that's Ashley's mom, we're definitely in for it." Mr. Jones came and picked up the phone from Mark.
"Hi Deb, how are you?" he said to Ashley's mom. "Oh sure, the boys are here. It'd be just fine if they came over for a swim, sure. I'll be here. But sure, come by if you want, we can relax a bit, too."
Well that put a damper on things. If Mrs. Peterson came over with Ashley and Abby, there was no way we were going to get naked with them again.
Mark and I looked at each other and we both knew the score. Mr. Jones came into the living room and announced that Mrs. Peterson would be coming over with Abby and Ashley and that we were to be gentlemen while they were here.
"You know, if you are good, they'll be allowed to come back and you all won't have to sneak around," he said to us. He could see the little bit of disappointment in our eyes. "Besides, like I said, you should be in no rush to have sex wtih those girls. Not like you'd be getting far with me watching you all, anyway."
"I thought we might at least get to swim naked," Mark said. "Now we'll have to wear trunks!"
"OH, WOE IS ME," Mr. Jones said jokingly. "Go get yourselves cleaned up, and come down and help me put together some snacks and drinks."
Mark and I went upstairs and we chattered with each other a bit about it.
"Doesn't mean we don't have time to blow a quick load right now," I suggested.
Mark smiled and said, "Has to be really quick. Let's just jerk off real quick."
Fine with me! I pulled off my clothes and Mark did, too, and we were off to the races. Watching Mark beat his meat was actually one of my favorite activities, I liked watching his hand fly over the length of his hard cock. I rolled back my foreskin and spread some saliva on the head of my cock, and rolled the foreskin up and down quickly over the head of my penis.
"Fuck, I wish I had a foreskin," said Mark. "It always looks like you have a built in pussy to fuck."
"I love it when you talk about my cock," I said. I was pumping it really fast now, and was going to cum any second.
"Stroke that fat cock baby," Mark said to me. "Fucking cum on my cock!"
He didn't have to ask twice, I started shooting my load all over his hands and belly and cock. While I was catching my breath, Mark lost his load.
We were lying on the bed naked with our chests heaving when Mr. Jones yelled up for us to get downstairs. Mark and I wiped down and pulled on swimming trunks and t-shirts and clamored down the stairs.
"Fill up the cooler with ice and sodas and some beers," Mr. Jones said. He had some chicken marinating and was cutting up some vegetables. "Gonna be a scorcher out there! Make sure you grab some sunscreen."
Mark and I lugged the cooler outside and jumped in the pool, waiting for the girls to arrive.
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Back at Ashley's house, after the girls disappeared to their room, Mrs. Peterson had decided to call up Mr. Jones and find out if it was actually okay if the girls came over. Watching the four of them would not be a simple task with all their hormones. Besides, she wanted to get some sun, and had always been friendly with Mr. Jones at school events and in the neighborhood.
After she hung up the phone, she walked back to Ashley's room just in time to see the two of them wearing far less than they should have been, certainly not in front of those two boys with their hormones raging.
"I just got off the phone with Mr. Jones, we're all going to head over there together in about an hour," she said to the girls.
"Geez mom, can't I do anything by myself?" Ashley complained.
"Well, judging by the outfits you two have on, certainly not!" Mrs. Peterson shot back. "Ashley, you outgrew that suit two seasons ago, and Abby, I think I have something that will work a little better for you in my room."
The girls groaned and rolled their eyes, but they knew better than to test their luck.
"Come with me, Abby."
Abby followed Mrs. Peterson back to her bedroom. Mrs. Peterson was always so well put together. She actually had a pretty similar figure to Abby.
They walked into Mrs. Peterson's room and cut directly into her closet. "Have a seat, girl, we'll find you something a little more appropriate."
Mrs. Peterson pulled out a few suits. She hadn't really purchased swimsuits over the years with the aim of keeping herself totally covered -- she knew what her physical strengths were, wide hips and an ample ass and big tits had given her more than a few favors over the years.
"Here, try this on," she said to Abby, handing her a one-piece.
"Um, okay," Abby said, untying the top and pushing the bottoms to the floor.
"Oh my," Mrs. Peterson said. "You're turning into quite the woman. I can givre you some privacy?"
"Oh, it's okay, I'll be dressed real quick," Abby said, stepping into the black suit. It was very low cut in the back and had a plunging neckline with some ties that sat over her cleavage. It did technically cover more skin than the far too small bikini, but it also made Abby look like a woman.
"I think that suits you pretty well," said Mrs. Peterson. "But you need a razor to clean up a little bit."
Abby looked at herself in the mirror and saw that some of her pubic hair was peeking out the edges of the suit near her crotch. Her face turned a deep red.
"Nothing to be ashamed about, honey. You go into my bathroom, there's a razor and some shaving cream in there, just clean it up a little bit."
"Thanks Mrs. Peterson," Abby said, slipping off the suit right there. Her pussy was so wet after exposing herself. Abby's mom was older, and very old fashioned, and would have never, ever suggested she remove any of her pubic hair. That it was just a fact of life for Mrs. Peterson turned Abby on, and she had been curious about making her mound bald after watching some of her brother's pornos.
Abby stepped into the bathroom with the suit in hand and sat down on the lid of the toilet seat. She put some warm water on her pubic hair and then some shaving cream over the patch of hair above her pussy. Slowly, she started cutting it away. Moments later...it was all gone.
Mrs. Peterson knocked at the door and let herself in.
"Oh my dear, I didn't mean you needed to take it all off!" she said to Abby, looking at her completely naked and bare pussy. "Hair grows back, don't worry," she said. "Put on that suit and go get ready with Ashley. We're taking off in 30 minutes."
Abby walked back to Ashley's room in the suit and found Ashley looking at herself in the mirror in a more appropriate swimsuit, though she was sliding the back up between her asscheeks.
"Sorry about my mom," Ashley said. "I can't believe she's coming along."
"Oh, it's okay, I like your mom," said Abby.
"You actually look really good in that suit," said Ashley.
"Thanks!" Abby said. She couldn't keep a secret. "When I tried it on some of my hair stuck out the bottom, so your mom told me to trim it, but I shaved it all off."
"OH MY GOD, how embarrassing!" Ashley said. "I can't believe she did that."
"It feels so good," said Abby.
"I wanna see," Ashley said. "Show me."
Abby sat down on the edge of the bed and slid the fabric of the swimsuit to the side. Her pussy felt so smooth. Ashley immediately reached down to touch it.
"Fuck, you're wet too, and you look so...clean with no hair. I wanna do it, too."
The two girls went into the bathroom and Ashley sat down on the counter next to the sink, pushing down her bikini bottoms and exposing her bush.
"Here," Abby said, spreading some warm water across her pubic hair. "Let me."
Abby spread shaving cream over Ashley's mound and went to work with a razor in hand. Just a few strokes later, Ashley's pussy was bald as a cue ball, too. Her clit stood proud.
"Fuck, that looks good," Ashley said.
"I'd have to agree," Abby said. Both girls were giggling when Mrs. Peterson beckoned them to get moving.
Abby and Ashley put themselves together, slid on some shorts and tank tops over their suits, and walked out the door with Mrs. Peterson.
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Mr. Jones answered the door when the three females arrived at his house.
"Hello ladies," he said. "Come on in!"
The girls all walked into the house. "The boys are out back in the pool already, go ahead and head back there if you want," said Mr. Jones.
"Deb, you want a drink?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Sure Frank, that sounds good."
"Beer, wine?"
"Whatever you're having," Mrs. Peterson said.
"Beer it is, then," said Mr. Fast.
The two parents walked to the back deck where they found Abby, Ashley, Mark, and Justin all in the pool splashing around.
"They grow up fast," Mr. Jones said.
"You're telling me," Mrs. Peterson said. "I had to police the girls' choice of swimwear today, they thought they were going to get away with wearing much less than they are now."
This was a little hard to believe -- the girls were dressed in very little as it was, but that was the fashion.
"Yeah, it's actually pretty hard to keep clothes on the boys, too," Mr. Jones said. "It's not a battle I choose to fight with them most of the time, it's pretty normal for me to find them just in their underwear or gym shorts lounging around the house."
"Oh really?" said Mrs. Peterson.
"Yeah, you know, boys will be boys. They spend time in locker rooms and whatnot. I've even found them naked, they're so casual about it. I don't sweat it, they are happy and safe and pretty much just normal boys."
"My," said Mrs. Peterson. "I guess I had brothers growing up, they were always walking around the house in various states of undress. I saw more than my fair share of penises!" she said, laughing, remembering how her brothers used to flaunt their growing manhood. "Without any men in the house I guess I just don't think about it that much."
Mr. Jones drained his beer and remembered when Mr. Peterson had died a few years ago. It was a car accident. He was a decent guy.
"Sorry Deb, didn't mean to bring up any bad memories," he said.
"Oh, no worries at all, Frank. I do just fine these days, we have our routines and that keeps us going."
Mr. Jones didn't really date women around the immediate area, but Mrs. Peterson was looking pretty good to him at the moment. He stealthily adjusted his crotch, taking in the look of her curves.
"I'm going to fix some dinner for us all if that's okay with you," he said to Mrs. Peterson.
"Oh, that would be nice, thanks Frank." she said. "Can I help?"
"Nope, I've got it covered. Just keep an eye on them," he said, gesturing towards the pool.
Mark and Justin were jumping off the diving board seeing how big a splash they could make, and the girls were laughing uncontrollably at their displays of prowess.
The six of them ate dinner together on the deck and dried off in the warm summer air. When they finished, Mrs. Peterson instructed the girls to clean up the table and they did as they were told.
Mr. Jones got out a nice bottle of bourbon and gestured towards Deb.
"Care to join me?" he said to her.
"Oh, nice, definitely," said Mrs. Peterson.
"Boys, go pick out a movie for the four of you to watch," Mr. Jones said.
"Girls, go get changed out of those wet suits and into the shorts and shirts you wore over here," Mrs. Peterson directed them.
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Mark and I went inside. We were both so fucking horny, having the girls over all day nearly naked in the pool really had us going.
"What should we watch," I said to Mark.
"How about American Pie," Mark said. We both chuckled at the thought of watching all those raunchy scenes with the girls.
"Sounds good to me," I said.
Just then the girls reappeared in loose shorts and tank tops and we started the movie up.
Abby looked at us and whispered, "We aren't wearing any underwear!"
"Neither are we!" I said, looking at Mark. The outline of our erections was clearly showing.
Mrs. Peterson walked in just then. She wasn't thrilled at the choice in movie, but she was less thrilled at the physical closeness of everyone in the room. Justin was sitting against the couch on the floor, and Abby was sitting between his legs, and Mark was on the couch and Ashley was being the "little spoon" for him.
"Boys over here and girls over there," she said, gesturing to the couch opposite the one where everyone was. "We'll be just outside," she said before going back out to the deck to drink bourbon with Mr. Jones.
They reluctantly switched to their newly assigned seats. I was so horny, I could hardly bear it. I pulled out my penis and started absentmindedly stroking it.
"OH GOD," Abby said, looking at the length of my penis, now exposed. "Actually," she said, "Check this out."
Abby raised her ass up off the couch and slid her shorts down a little ways. Her bald pussy mound was exposed and she dipped a finger between her legs.
"Oh fuck, that is really hot!!" I said to her, nudging Mark so he could get a look.
"Mine too," Ashley said, sliding her shorts down as well. Mark wasn't far behind, pulling down his shorts just enough to flop out his hard cock.
I reached over and put my hand on Mark's cock. Ashley gasped, and Abby slipped her hand into Ashley's lap. Then Mark grabbed my dick, and Ashley started rubbing Abby's clit. Without saying anything, the four of us were off to the races. I stared at Abby, rubbing Ashley's pussy, and she looked back at me, watching Mark pump my cock. It was all over really fast, I think we all came within two minutes of starting.
"So much for keeping us apart!" Mark said. We all laughed and, now relaxed, covered ourselves up and watched the movie.
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Meanwhile, outside, Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson sipped on their drinks.
"We're not going to keep them apart for long, you know. Boys will be boys," Mr. Jones said.
"And girls, will be girls!" said Mrs. Peterson.
Mark and I were playing a video game in the living room when the phone rang. Mark ran to the kitchen and I heard him answer.
"Oh, Hi Mrs. Peterson. Yeah, he's here, just a second!"
I thought, "Oh shit, that's Ashley's mom, we're definitely in for it." Mr. Jones came and picked up the phone from Mark.
"Hi Deb, how are you?" he said to Ashley's mom. "Oh sure, the boys are here. It'd be just fine if they came over for a swim, sure. I'll be here. But sure, come by if you want, we can relax a bit, too."
Well that put a damper on things. If Mrs. Peterson came over with Ashley and Abby, there was no way we were going to get naked with them again.
Mark and I looked at each other and we both knew the score. Mr. Jones came into the living room and announced that Mrs. Peterson would be coming over with Abby and Ashley and that we were to be gentlemen while they were here.
"You know, if you are good, they'll be allowed to come back and you all won't have to sneak around," he said to us. He could see the little bit of disappointment in our eyes. "Besides, like I said, you should be in no rush to have sex wtih those girls. Not like you'd be getting far with me watching you all, anyway."
"I thought we might at least get to swim naked," Mark said. "Now we'll have to wear trunks!"
"OH, WOE IS ME," Mr. Jones said jokingly. "Go get yourselves cleaned up, and come down and help me put together some snacks and drinks."
Mark and I went upstairs and we chattered with each other a bit about it.
"Doesn't mean we don't have time to blow a quick load right now," I suggested.
Mark smiled and said, "Has to be really quick. Let's just jerk off real quick."
Fine with me! I pulled off my clothes and Mark did, too, and we were off to the races. Watching Mark beat his meat was actually one of my favorite activities, I liked watching his hand fly over the length of his hard cock. I rolled back my foreskin and spread some saliva on the head of my cock, and rolled the foreskin up and down quickly over the head of my penis.
"Fuck, I wish I had a foreskin," said Mark. "It always looks like you have a built in pussy to fuck."
"I love it when you talk about my cock," I said. I was pumping it really fast now, and was going to cum any second.
"Stroke that fat cock baby," Mark said to me. "Fucking cum on my cock!"
He didn't have to ask twice, I started shooting my load all over his hands and belly and cock. While I was catching my breath, Mark lost his load.
We were lying on the bed naked with our chests heaving when Mr. Jones yelled up for us to get downstairs. Mark and I wiped down and pulled on swimming trunks and t-shirts and clamored down the stairs.
"Fill up the cooler with ice and sodas and some beers," Mr. Jones said. He had some chicken marinating and was cutting up some vegetables. "Gonna be a scorcher out there! Make sure you grab some sunscreen."
Mark and I lugged the cooler outside and jumped in the pool, waiting for the girls to arrive.
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Back at Ashley's house, after the girls disappeared to their room, Mrs. Peterson had decided to call up Mr. Jones and find out if it was actually okay if the girls came over. Watching the four of them would not be a simple task with all their hormones. Besides, she wanted to get some sun, and had always been friendly with Mr. Jones at school events and in the neighborhood.
After she hung up the phone, she walked back to Ashley's room just in time to see the two of them wearing far less than they should have been, certainly not in front of those two boys with their hormones raging.
"I just got off the phone with Mr. Jones, we're all going to head over there together in about an hour," she said to the girls.
"Geez mom, can't I do anything by myself?" Ashley complained.
"Well, judging by the outfits you two have on, certainly not!" Mrs. Peterson shot back. "Ashley, you outgrew that suit two seasons ago, and Abby, I think I have something that will work a little better for you in my room."
The girls groaned and rolled their eyes, but they knew better than to test their luck.
"Come with me, Abby."
Abby followed Mrs. Peterson back to her bedroom. Mrs. Peterson was always so well put together. She actually had a pretty similar figure to Abby.
They walked into Mrs. Peterson's room and cut directly into her closet. "Have a seat, girl, we'll find you something a little more appropriate."
Mrs. Peterson pulled out a few suits. She hadn't really purchased swimsuits over the years with the aim of keeping herself totally covered -- she knew what her physical strengths were, wide hips and an ample ass and big tits had given her more than a few favors over the years.
"Here, try this on," she said to Abby, handing her a one-piece.
"Um, okay," Abby said, untying the top and pushing the bottoms to the floor.
"Oh my," Mrs. Peterson said. "You're turning into quite the woman. I can givre you some privacy?"
"Oh, it's okay, I'll be dressed real quick," Abby said, stepping into the black suit. It was very low cut in the back and had a plunging neckline with some ties that sat over her cleavage. It did technically cover more skin than the far too small bikini, but it also made Abby look like a woman.
"I think that suits you pretty well," said Mrs. Peterson. "But you need a razor to clean up a little bit."
Abby looked at herself in the mirror and saw that some of her pubic hair was peeking out the edges of the suit near her crotch. Her face turned a deep red.
"Nothing to be ashamed about, honey. You go into my bathroom, there's a razor and some shaving cream in there, just clean it up a little bit."
"Thanks Mrs. Peterson," Abby said, slipping off the suit right there. Her pussy was so wet after exposing herself. Abby's mom was older, and very old fashioned, and would have never, ever suggested she remove any of her pubic hair. That it was just a fact of life for Mrs. Peterson turned Abby on, and she had been curious about making her mound bald after watching some of her brother's pornos.
Abby stepped into the bathroom with the suit in hand and sat down on the lid of the toilet seat. She put some warm water on her pubic hair and then some shaving cream over the patch of hair above her pussy. Slowly, she started cutting it away. Moments later...it was all gone.
Mrs. Peterson knocked at the door and let herself in.
"Oh my dear, I didn't mean you needed to take it all off!" she said to Abby, looking at her completely naked and bare pussy. "Hair grows back, don't worry," she said. "Put on that suit and go get ready with Ashley. We're taking off in 30 minutes."
Abby walked back to Ashley's room in the suit and found Ashley looking at herself in the mirror in a more appropriate swimsuit, though she was sliding the back up between her asscheeks.
"Sorry about my mom," Ashley said. "I can't believe she's coming along."
"Oh, it's okay, I like your mom," said Abby.
"You actually look really good in that suit," said Ashley.
"Thanks!" Abby said. She couldn't keep a secret. "When I tried it on some of my hair stuck out the bottom, so your mom told me to trim it, but I shaved it all off."
"OH MY GOD, how embarrassing!" Ashley said. "I can't believe she did that."
"It feels so good," said Abby.
"I wanna see," Ashley said. "Show me."
Abby sat down on the edge of the bed and slid the fabric of the swimsuit to the side. Her pussy felt so smooth. Ashley immediately reached down to touch it.
"Fuck, you're wet too, and you look so...clean with no hair. I wanna do it, too."
The two girls went into the bathroom and Ashley sat down on the counter next to the sink, pushing down her bikini bottoms and exposing her bush.
"Here," Abby said, spreading some warm water across her pubic hair. "Let me."
Abby spread shaving cream over Ashley's mound and went to work with a razor in hand. Just a few strokes later, Ashley's pussy was bald as a cue ball, too. Her clit stood proud.
"Fuck, that looks good," Ashley said.
"I'd have to agree," Abby said. Both girls were giggling when Mrs. Peterson beckoned them to get moving.
Abby and Ashley put themselves together, slid on some shorts and tank tops over their suits, and walked out the door with Mrs. Peterson.
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Mr. Jones answered the door when the three females arrived at his house.
"Hello ladies," he said. "Come on in!"
The girls all walked into the house. "The boys are out back in the pool already, go ahead and head back there if you want," said Mr. Jones.
"Deb, you want a drink?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Sure Frank, that sounds good."
"Beer, wine?"
"Whatever you're having," Mrs. Peterson said.
"Beer it is, then," said Mr. Fast.
The two parents walked to the back deck where they found Abby, Ashley, Mark, and Justin all in the pool splashing around.
"They grow up fast," Mr. Jones said.
"You're telling me," Mrs. Peterson said. "I had to police the girls' choice of swimwear today, they thought they were going to get away with wearing much less than they are now."
This was a little hard to believe -- the girls were dressed in very little as it was, but that was the fashion.
"Yeah, it's actually pretty hard to keep clothes on the boys, too," Mr. Jones said. "It's not a battle I choose to fight with them most of the time, it's pretty normal for me to find them just in their underwear or gym shorts lounging around the house."
"Oh really?" said Mrs. Peterson.
"Yeah, you know, boys will be boys. They spend time in locker rooms and whatnot. I've even found them naked, they're so casual about it. I don't sweat it, they are happy and safe and pretty much just normal boys."
"My," said Mrs. Peterson. "I guess I had brothers growing up, they were always walking around the house in various states of undress. I saw more than my fair share of penises!" she said, laughing, remembering how her brothers used to flaunt their growing manhood. "Without any men in the house I guess I just don't think about it that much."
Mr. Jones drained his beer and remembered when Mr. Peterson had died a few years ago. It was a car accident. He was a decent guy.
"Sorry Deb, didn't mean to bring up any bad memories," he said.
"Oh, no worries at all, Frank. I do just fine these days, we have our routines and that keeps us going."
Mr. Jones didn't really date women around the immediate area, but Mrs. Peterson was looking pretty good to him at the moment. He stealthily adjusted his crotch, taking in the look of her curves.
"I'm going to fix some dinner for us all if that's okay with you," he said to Mrs. Peterson.
"Oh, that would be nice, thanks Frank." she said. "Can I help?"
"Nope, I've got it covered. Just keep an eye on them," he said, gesturing towards the pool.
Mark and Justin were jumping off the diving board seeing how big a splash they could make, and the girls were laughing uncontrollably at their displays of prowess.
The six of them ate dinner together on the deck and dried off in the warm summer air. When they finished, Mrs. Peterson instructed the girls to clean up the table and they did as they were told.
Mr. Jones got out a nice bottle of bourbon and gestured towards Deb.
"Care to join me?" he said to her.
"Oh, nice, definitely," said Mrs. Peterson.
"Boys, go pick out a movie for the four of you to watch," Mr. Jones said.
"Girls, go get changed out of those wet suits and into the shorts and shirts you wore over here," Mrs. Peterson directed them.
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Mark and I went inside. We were both so fucking horny, having the girls over all day nearly naked in the pool really had us going.
"What should we watch," I said to Mark.
"How about American Pie," Mark said. We both chuckled at the thought of watching all those raunchy scenes with the girls.
"Sounds good to me," I said.
Just then the girls reappeared in loose shorts and tank tops and we started the movie up.
Abby looked at us and whispered, "We aren't wearing any underwear!"
"Neither are we!" I said, looking at Mark. The outline of our erections was clearly showing.
Mrs. Peterson walked in just then. She wasn't thrilled at the choice in movie, but she was less thrilled at the physical closeness of everyone in the room. Justin was sitting against the couch on the floor, and Abby was sitting between his legs, and Mark was on the couch and Ashley was being the "little spoon" for him.
"Boys over here and girls over there," she said, gesturing to the couch opposite the one where everyone was. "We'll be just outside," she said before going back out to the deck to drink bourbon with Mr. Jones.
They reluctantly switched to their newly assigned seats. I was so horny, I could hardly bear it. I pulled out my penis and started absentmindedly stroking it.
"OH GOD," Abby said, looking at the length of my penis, now exposed. "Actually," she said, "Check this out."
Abby raised her ass up off the couch and slid her shorts down a little ways. Her bald pussy mound was exposed and she dipped a finger between her legs.
"Oh fuck, that is really hot!!" I said to her, nudging Mark so he could get a look.
"Mine too," Ashley said, sliding her shorts down as well. Mark wasn't far behind, pulling down his shorts just enough to flop out his hard cock.
I reached over and put my hand on Mark's cock. Ashley gasped, and Abby slipped her hand into Ashley's lap. Then Mark grabbed my dick, and Ashley started rubbing Abby's clit. Without saying anything, the four of us were off to the races. I stared at Abby, rubbing Ashley's pussy, and she looked back at me, watching Mark pump my cock. It was all over really fast, I think we all came within two minutes of starting.
"So much for keeping us apart!" Mark said. We all laughed and, now relaxed, covered ourselves up and watched the movie.
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Meanwhile, outside, Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson sipped on their drinks.
"We're not going to keep them apart for long, you know. Boys will be boys," Mr. Jones said.
"And girls, will be girls!" said Mrs. Peterson.
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