Mom confided in my dad and Marsha, that Roger was physically, and mentally abusing her. They helped her, and now Roger is out of our lives forever. Mo... wanted me to remain living at my dad's home. Mom sold her house and moved into an apartment not far from us. Life went back to normal between Mom and I. Some months I would stay there almost every weekend.Did I ever tell you that I love my parents?***When I turned sixteen, Marsha and Dad threw me one big birthday bash. Everyone was there. I gave a little whimper and pushed my arse onto his fingers and to let him know how much I liked ithe was now in me and I was his pre lubed slut .They made me inhale from the bottle again..i knew what they were doing but I didnt care .I wanted cock in me and I had 2 to play with.I was a happy slutI sucked them both off ,one at a time and both together.they took it in turns doing my mouth and then would go and tease my arse with their bell-ends .i wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked and. We just noticed you in VR World –as we are – and got ya name”“We was just messing when we went into VR World and found you – and you told us your deepest fantasy!” he finished.“And how did I look guys?” I quickly replied glancing between them.“You are gorgeous” they both responded as if twins.I felt more and more confident as we chatted VR, and the JDs kept flowing. These guys were honest, I thought, just like me – in VR for some fun and frollick. Just a couple of best friends who do online. As was natural, he held me in his arms and he led in the dance. It was like this, the two of us dancing to the waltz music, that Senhor Nuncio and the baron found us when they returned.Miguel had just whispered, “Du bist ein schöner Junge—You are a beautiful boy,” and kissed me lightly on the throat, but I don’t think they saw that. Nuncio didn’t seem to see his matador and the boy he was trying to cover dancing together as anything to be upset about, but my father was visibly angry. Miguel.