She was throwing my own words back into my face. Words that I had said to her just a month earlier when I told her she should stop wearing cotton ...anties. Her only response at the time was that cotton panties were more comfortable. But four weeks later, on her birthday, she had more to say after opening her present and finding several pairs of lacy panties and a matching bra and panty set constructed of shinny satin inside the box. She looked at me for a moment, then back at. The feeling of the cool nylon caused my little cock to jerk and I was so embarrassed. “Don’t worry honey,” Aunt Laura said, “the panty has a bit of stretch to it and will hold that thing snugly out of sight.” She was right, my hard little pecker was held closely to my bald little pubic area, I had not started sprouting any hair and the softness of my skin on one side and the silkiness of the panty on the other made me feel all gooey inside. “Beautiful,” Aunt Rose exclaimed as she gently patted. Because I wasn’t really aroused and because he was quite a lot thicker than Mark, it hurt a bit and I moaned and writhed on the table top. He said, loudly, “relax – you’ll get used to it, If you weren’t pregnant I’d be fucking you in the ass girl and that really would hurt!” To which Mark laughingly replied “next time b*o, next time!” Gary then started to move in and out, gently – presumably because of my condition – all the while holding onto my swollen belly. Mark then came around to the. His cock entered the furrow to engage in cock-sliding or hot dogging as he’d seen it referred to. Sliding along her lips without entering her. His cock head meeting and sliding against her engorged clit! while his chest touched and slid against her nipples. Now turning onto his back, he held her sides and slid her across his own body, allowing his oiled and cock drool cunt grool slicked cock to slide over her mound and up to her belly. His arms now stretched low to clasp her arse while his.