When Marjorie and I finally reached sixteen, our mummies sat us down one Saturday and asked us what we wanted from life. We exchanged uncertain ...lances for we were not sure. Life for us was very comfortable. We lacked for nothing and we enjoyed abundant love and care. It was stupid to ask for ?adult bodies, for we knew full well that we were now permanently locked into this juvenile state. Our little child bodies would never grow and our adult sexual developments would always appear. This year the following day was a Sunday, so I knew most of us would spend that day recovering.We got up and got going and at 8:30, Doug and Dougie came over. The three of us made breakfast as our men sat at the table. We had pancakes, bacon and sausage. I took care of the pancakes while Susie cooked the meat. Tiffany dumped a whole bag of M&Ms in a bowl and was picking out the green ones, poking a few of them into each cooked pancake before putting them on the table. We figured that would have. .____________________________________________________________________________________________________Before she fully came to any conclusions as to what was coming, her mouth was being fucked. It was slow at first, but it didn't take long before the rhythm was faster than Stephanie could work on her own before. With a distinct sloshing sound coming from her mouth, Steph flailed her hands about - not frantically, but undecidedly - not knowing where they belong. Instead of Steph's shimmering hair. So thirsty for caressing. How could I leave it unattended? My finger reached the clitoris and started touching it more and more vividly. A little moan of pleasure came out of my mouth. Now I couldn't stop myself. That was delightful - caressing my soft, wet, warm pussy and looking at myself in the mirror. Yes, I'm the only witness of this spcectacle together with my imagination. I was losing control, the excitement was taking me high. I closed my eyes, the moves were significantly faster when.