Here's a small highlight of mine...Some of my very earliest memories include being more interested in my mom and sister's clothing than my own. I have...a very vague memory of when I was 5 or 6, parading around the house wearing my mother's panties while she, my dad, and my sister (almost 6 years older) all laughed and called me a sissy. Apparently this happened a lot.When I was 6 and my sister was 12, our parents divorced, leaving me the only boy in a house with 2 women. We only saw our dad. Jennifer seemed to be hesitant at first as she looked over at my achingly hard cock.Chelsea, standing behind her must have sensed Jennifer’s hesitation as one hand reached to her chin pushing it slightly to the side so Jennifer would focus on my mom’s bare, enticing body with her magnificent tits. Smiling, Chelsea took a step forward. Mom lifted her arms inviting Jennifer to move closer.With Mom’s invitation and Chelsea’s pushes on her ass, Jennifer moved towards us slowly. With every movement,. Of course my pussy was right over his face again and this time I was sure that he licked me. I came again, pressing down on his mouth as I did so. Again, Kieran managed to hold his breath for a while before easily pushing his legs up, lifting me up as he did so.Back on our feet, Kieran started to say something but I interrupted saying,“A bit revealing some of those ‘pins’ aren’t they?”“And quite sexy.” Kieran replied. “You did cum again didn’t you?”“Three times - again.” I replied.Believe it or. Arpi protested and offered to go there. However, I didn’t listen to her and said as I was leaving, “I want to you lovers to be alone for a while to talk over and be at ease with each other.”I gave a broad hint for them to go ahead. As I was walking away, I saw Arpi moving over into Ali’s lap and nuzzling her head into Ali’s face. I began to clean the dishes and clean the kitchen, whereas my whole mind was focussed on what Ali and my wife must be doing at that time. It took me about fifteen.