.. 90... 85... I was feeling a little chilly when Mistress Andrea walked into the shed. She was still wearing her bikini, and she had a tall glass of ...ce tea in her hand. "Are you feeling more sensitive now, slave B?" she demanded to know,I tried to answer, but I couldn't. I made the effort and nodded my head yes."Good. I'll bet you're thirsty. Would you like to lick the outside of my ice tea glass?"I nodded my head yes. Mistress Andrea held the glass up to my face. I stuck my tongue out and. For a short moment,I actually was afraid it wouldn’t fit – but my pussyflesh stretched wider than I believed possible andsuddenly the thing was squeezing inside me.Immediately, I discovered the function of all thoseruffles and ridges. Every little lump and bump was afresh surprise and a fresh delight. Now I was afraid that it wouldn’t ALL fit. I needn’thave worried. As I moaned in pleasure, the thing groundits way forward until at last the cool, silky petalscaressed my. I was still at home, obviously, and shared the house with my 2 younger brothers, the youngest one 10 at the time and Mark would have been 12. I have one elder brother Tony, who is 5 years older than me. At this time he was just 19, me being 14.My room was attached to mum and dads on one wall and I had heard them "at it" before.At this time however I was beginning to explore myself.I had already fingered myself off several times and had already experienced a couple of " multi-cums".Cumming. I have to tell you, Hawley, I sincerely wish both of them would come here to live with us. Neither of them have children and both are very smart, with business degrees. They’ve just never had the energy or the drive to achieve what they’re capable of - with their personal appearance or with their business abilities.”“Come sit on my lap, Angela. You and I are going to put our minds together and whatever feelings you experience as we do this, each of them will feel for the rest of their.