Blake in Charge

It seemed Blake said something, but all I could think about was that something was very uncomfortable. I just stood there with my hands behind my back.

"So why are you giving yourself a wedgie?" Blake asked me.

I realized I was giving myself a wedgie. "What the....Blake!" I stopped giving myself the wedgie and reached down into my jeans and pulled my underwear out of my butt crack. "How could you?"

"What?" asked Blake.

I looked at Sandy, still licking her nipples. "And fix her too, pervert!"

"Spoil sport," said Blake, "And take your finger out of your nose."

I realized I was picking my nose, and did not even realize it until Blake pointed it out. "Stop that!"

"Sandy," said Blake, "put your shirt back on then put your bra on over your shirt."

"Blake," I said, rolling my eyes. He just smirked.

Sandy put her shirt on then put her bra on over it. She looked ridiculous and was not even aware of it. She just kept playing with her new tongue by sticking it out and whipping it around.

I gently elbowed Blake in the ribs. "Now, please stop fucking with me."

"Fine," said Blake, "So why don't you find something, since Sandy and I already did."

I thought for a moment. "Yeah, it is my turn!"