We were both in the third grade.Sure, the other kids poked fun at us. Boys weren't supposed to like girls, and most certainly not vice-versa. The grow...ups were relatively tolerant, smugly certain that this was something both of us would outgrow. Just a normal stage of development.But we didn't outgrow it.We had been best friends for years. Years of snickering and sly whispering behind our backs. Years of petty harassment by teachers and Morality Monitors. Opposite-sex friendship in adolescence. . does it feel good? Honestly?" It's bloody marvelous!"Dolly had revived and began to tickle my testicles and I told her I loved her and what she was doing.Both women cackled lewdly.I sent my hands in search of Eunice's breasts and finding them, fondled them lovingly.Dolly abandoned my balls and moved up to take one of Eunice's breasts from me and suckled it, eliciting a whimper of joy from Eunice.I seemed to be taking an extraordinary amount of time before coming and wondered at it, but did. ” “Yeah, sure,” he continued. “If you’re more comfortable there, that’s fine.” Cheryl’s curiosity was piqued. “Okay. See you at seven. Looking forward to it. Bye.” He looked at Cheryl. “Had enough sex for today?” he asked. “Who was it?” “Micah and his wife, whose name is Melissa, by the way.” “They want us to watch.” “They want the four of us to have dinner at seven and then go back to their room. And, yes, they want us to watch. As Micah explains it, Melissa is very excited by the idea.” “You. Everything told her that this was wrong that it was crazy, that she should run from the room and escape from her sex crazed mother. Yet despite everything Lily was turned on, and could feel her pussy and clit respond to the image in front of her. Here was her hot, sexy mother, the object of many of her late night fantasies, the unspeakable fantasies of being seduced and fucked by her loving mother. Now she stood before her with those huge soft breasts, and long stiff nipples, as she spit on her.