They were the tightest trousers I’d ever worn. “Good morning, Patty,” I said as I sat down. “Good morning, Henry. I certainly ...njoyed my weekend.How was yours?” “Henry?” “Yes, Miss Pasternak?” “Are you ready to tell the class about Mr. Lincoln’sEmancipation Proclamation?” “Yes, Miss Pasternak,” I replied in a confident,masculine tone. I stood straight and tall before the class. My cocktwitched and started to. As if sensing this, a moment later he moved one hand to stroke my cock, while the other was gently massaging my balls. “Yes…” I couldn’t resist moaning.. I felt my orgasm building while he stroked and caressed me, but then suddenly he stopped. “Need to wash your back now,” he said, turning me around and squeezing more soap on his hands. I rested my head on his chest as he pulled me into a tight embrace. He angled his large manhood downwards so it would grind into mine as he glided. Well even more than you already are." She said with a grin and awink. In a dramatic flair she used the cape to dust off the chair andpresent it for me to sit in. While it was really silly, it still made megiggle.We talked a bit about what I wanted, honestly, I had just wanted to cleanup my hair so it wouldn't look like I was borderline homeless. It reallydidn't take much prodding before she talked me into lightening my dirtyblonde hair and add blonde highlights on top of the style. The. Wednesday Mum stayed at work late, Dad never home before 6:00 anyway. So on this Wednesday four 14/15 year of boys walked into house up the stairs and sat on the edge of my brothers bed. Everybody was nervous, we even shook hands the wife said almost as a contract that what happen next was to stay in the room. I had a short summer dress on, the wife said and told the boys to pull there trousers and pants down and play with their cocks. Brother first, then the rest did as told, their young.