My hearing gradually focused on someone's breathing, but it wasn't in synchronization with the movement of my lungs. Finally, the fingers of my right ...and determined that they were wrapped around something warm, pliant, and wonderful, but my left arm was trapped and unable to move.As these sensory inputs coalesced, my brain determined that I was not alone, and my eyes snapped open. The fragrance I smelled was her hair, as her head was tucked up under my chin. She was wrapped in my arms; my left. "Tell him Edith." George held my hand down to my side and slid his otherhand back over my breasts as I squirmed in the tight space."We've known you all your life Richie, we saw how your mother broughtyou up and we helped and advised her. We would often spend eveningsdiscussing you and making suggestions. When we looked after you, we putthat into action with a little grooming and implanting ideas. We allknew that you started dressing up in your mother's clothes and we wouldsuggest what things. Almost without a pause another two cocks took over, Clint fucking Red, so I assumed it was Joe for me. This was bloody amazing; I didn’t want it to stop. Of course, it didn’t, Al taking over at Red’s end and Dwayne for me. Another pounding, another orgasm. Finally, well I assumed it would be the last one, Joe slid into Red’s sopping cunt and Joe into mine. I looked again a Red, she was in a sort of daze I guess I was too. More pounding at our cunts and two more orgasms, four if you count the. As he began to rinsePeter stepped into the stall. "You done?" He asked taking the bar of soap. Lifting it to his nose heinhaled. "Smells of boy ass". Kevin laughed. Peter handed the bar over to his son. "Here. Make it smell of man". The lad fell to his knees as the hairy butt was offered. The soaplathered up the hairy cheeks. His hands sliding over and around theroundness. Then he made his way along the valley, his fingers sliding andteasing the hairy asshole. Digits prodded and poked inducing.