." Paul started. Emily cut him off. "No buts Paul. You should be ashamed of yourself. Drop your trousers at once." she snapped. Paul opened his trouse...s and slowly let them fall down to his knees. "My god Paul," Emily said, "look at you...a sissy in girl's panties. Kneel down and lie across my knee, straight away." Paul did as he was told and was soon lying across his mother's knee. Emily looked across at Bob. From the smile on his face she could tell he was enjoying the show. She smiled back. "Why don't you shuffle around so we can all have a look at your cute butt?"Quickly he shuffled around, his hands trying desperately to cover his manhood, as each of them wolf-whistled in turn.“It’s gonna be a pleasure reddening that bum there George. Now, why don't you bend over for us?"Again he complied bending forward, trying to keep his eyes on Pete and still cover himself. “Yep, that is one cute butt alright," said Harry, who now had an eyeful of it stretched tort in front of him. He was. Moaning. Soaking wet. But our fingers still just gently crept along her lips, teasing up and down while we kissed her legs and held her down tight with our other hands and our bodies… Then, to her great relief, we finally each solidly licked one side of her pussy, and both slightly teased inside her with just a finger, each pushing in a little and pulling her a little bit apart. We gently pulled -- stretching, teasing, licking. I licked my fingertip and put it back in her. Mark did. Her perfume drifted up his nose, and as he began to rub her, rather unscientifically it must be admitted, the sensations he experienced caused his unruly part to wake from its slumber.'There is some oil on the table, Tom, ' Lady Astley informed him, pointing. 'Use a little.'He obediently tipped a little oil onto his hands, and resumed rubbing.'You may find it easier if you unfasten the basque, Tom.''Aye, milady, ' said the gallant lad, and with slippery fingers, he unhooked the fasteners at the.