I couldn't wait to see thelooks on Mel and Carrol's faces when they saw me. Even though they weregirls (or maybe because of it) Mel and Carrol were my...two best friendsand had been for as long as I can remember. They often teased me aboutmy masculinity, claiming that I was such a boyish boy (which I was, butI couldn't help that) but in general, we got along pretty well."Lexanne! Breakfast!" my dad called up pulling me out of my reverie."Alright! I'll be down in a second!" I called back. I gave. She had only been with us for a few months now, having replaced old Mrs. Julian when she went to go live with her daughter in Milwaukee. Ms. Anderson, although much younger than Mrs. Julian, was a very skilled nanny, and most-definitely a no-nonsense woman. It was unusual but not unheard of in our little community for the nanny's quarters to have its own water closet and bath. Nearly three weeks ago I had discovered that I could gain an unimpeded view into her room through the keyhole lock!. The part of Dex's brain that was not yet drowned in testosterone thought how simple the old 'rub your tummy while patting your head' trick seemed from where he was now. The complexity bothered him not at all, though. The thrill of playing two clits was mind-boggling, to say nothing of the feeling of Megan's silky sheath around him. It did take just enough thought, though, to keep his own arousal somewhat in check.Morgan made it after three or four minutes of Dex's tongue and finger together.. My mom just stared at me trying to figure out what I was saying. Like do you need a man in bed. No. I mean… um… Ive been thinking about that. She said, I dont want to masturbate as that is so haram but I need someone to give me something, relief of some sort. Its just boring without Sunil (my dads name) around. I thought for a moment. I have a nice idea! I said. My mom finished washing the rest of the dishes and wiped her hands. What? I can help you find a man, like through online for a quick.