Her touch was like no other before her. Slender fingers circled me and gently stroked up and down. She was in no rush. Up and down. Up and down. I ins...antly hardened in her presence. It was like she could read my mind. Yes, I have a mind of my own. Just ask Master. I came several times by her stroking me. Don't tell Master, but she was better at rubbing than him. I will never forget the day her delicate, pink lips kissed me. I was a little afraid as I approached them - PTSD remember? Chompers. Even when they were little, Frank was always the one looking for some kind of trouble to get into, while Ernest would usually hang back trying to stay clear of difficulties. Usually however, Frank would egg his brother into the same adventure. By the time they were four, Frank, the gregarious twin, was calling Ernest, the shy and retiring one actually born ten minutes before him, ‘little brother.’ Both boys were good students and did well in school but Ernest excelled, seldom getting less than. "Brother you know a lot more about women clothes andmost boys should."He glared over at Jethro and said, "I had a lot of practice. ThanksJethro." As he carefully slid up his nylons making sure not to yank themto hard. Then hooked them to the garters and finally sliding his feetinto the heels provided by his sister.Standing in front of his mother and sister wearing red bra and panties,nylons and garters were humiliating enough. Then she brought over a tightblack pencil miniskirt he was forced to. Sorry baby hope you don't mind if I fuck your boyfriendagain....no...cool!" Logan cooed in Jaclyn's voice to his current reflectionbefore returning to the bed where a naked Drew was about to get asurprise.It was soon the next morning; Drew had gone to work as Logan lay onceagain in afterglow."Wow Jacky, I thought fucking a pussy was intense...but having your pussyfucked is indescribable," Logan cooed as he played with the erect nippleson his breasts.Hearing the device beep Logan jumped quickly.