Lois Griffin was on her knees in front of a semi-circle of teen age males whose cocks promised a generous helping of “respect”. Her son Chris had...a cock she was very familiar with, all nine inches a thick, wonderful tool that always delivered a copious salvo. Snot had a most impressive eight inches; long, thick, and capable of a most “pasty” quality of teen male goo. Neil had a solid seven inches which impressed her because she could swear his dick always shot out ten to twelve “squirts”,. He hemmed and hawed and called Dale’s parents several times before finally assenting, provided there would be other girls along to protect me. At the time, I wasn’t sure what they would have protected me from, but that was my father’s sole condition. I agreed readily. I never have told my father that all the other girls backed out when the time came to book the trip, but they did. In retrospect, I don’t think any of the adults knew I was the only girl along, but when the tickets were bought,. “I think she is going to be hating it even more in a moment!” Gradually she traced the feather up to the top of my ankle before ruffling it up against the back of my knee, causing me to yelp out. “Well I guess we know whether she’s ticklish now!” She continued to move the feather up my inner thigh. My whole body was on edge as I sensed it getting closer to my dripping, begging pussy. Inch by Inch she slowly moved closer, brushing the feather over my soaked thighs. God it was so close now, I. .. thank you...” I said with a smile.“Oh beta, don’t embarrass me by saying thank you...” she replied. “Is there anything else you need beta...” she asked me gently.“Yes aunty, if you are not in a hurry to leave, I’d like to lie down in your lap for a little while...” I said in a childish tone.“Oh dikra, all you need to do is ask.” she replied immediately, and reaching out towards, pulled me towards her. I settled down on the couch, and lay down with my head in her lap. Supporting my head with.