That was why I was now jogging on the path, panting. Finally the bungalow came in sight. I slowed down, tried to catch my breath. Hopefully he wouldn'... be there already. I had never not been in the bungalow when he came for me. No idea what would happen if I wasn't. On the other hand, he had never threatened me. So maybe it was not a big deal.My heart sank as I came nearer and saw him leaning against the wall. Still panting, my body sweaty and covered in shed dog hairs I reached him, muttered. My cock grew so hard that it stood in massive erection in my trousers. I thought that my scrotum was also starting to shrink and tighten up. My angry dick raised the head so high upwards as if to erect a mast within my pants. Thrusting one hand in my pocket, I tried to squeeze my stubborn penis to camouflage voyeurism. The young girls were now busy re-wearing their thick garments. But, in a split second ,I managed to catch a glimpse of another schoolgirl’s muffins with protruding big nipples. "Well I wear skirts all the time but you may have noticed Staceydoesn't." I am not wearing a skirt," I quickly responded."Why not? Honestly you are so selfish. You know how important this isto me. Who knows you might even enjoy it. But you are not man enoughare you? And you know Stacey won't wear one unless you do."I did not know that but I hadn't read any books on parenting so had beencaught with my pants down. I assumed Jayne could prove her point andthat the experts would support her. We'll shout if we need you." she replied. And with that they left the room and headed to the bedroom. I sat on the sofa and started to wank my already hard cock for the first time that night. I continued to wank listening to Sophies muffled screams and demands for pleasure. I held off the urge to cum in the hope i would be called into service one or both of them. After what seemed like about 4 hours but was more like an hour and a half my prayers were answered in the form of Sophie shouting for.