He had long fantasized about getting Wendy into some of these positions he had read about. He just lacked the motivation and drive to do anything abou... it. Then this whole fucked up mess had started and somehow he had ended up with the upper hand and he was loving it.He hadn't focused on a goal like this since high school. It had begun to dawn on him at this point that he was actually starting to do some of the things that she had been after him to do for years. Setting goals, planning things. She then gets on her hands and knees and crawls towards me, she grabs James's cock and starts to slap my face with it, telling me how much she wants it deep inside her arsehole. She then takes it in her mouth, gagging as she swallows every inch of his 10 inch cock. At this time I'm underneath lisa licking her wet pussy and stuffing my tongue inside her arsehole making sure it's nice and wet for James's cock. She then stops sucking James's cock and sits down on the sofa telling us to come here. “No, I’ll ride my bike, I need to work off some of these calories I just packed in.”“Like you need to watch calories! You’re a growing boy. You burn calories just thinking of getting into the things you do,” Mom told me.I was out the door like a bullet, on my bike and racing through the quiet Sunday streets toward the mall. I cuffed my bike to the bike rack and made a beeline right to the store I wanted.When I made my purchase, the pressure of getting this done was gone like a load off my mind. Her breasts were melon-shaped with long pink nipples. Her breasts were about as big as they could be without sagging or needing a bra. The bounced and shuddered to reflect her humiliated sobbing. She tried to shut out everything that was happening to her."The shorts!" was the next command; not a complete sentence, but clear and unambiguous.Stephanie could not see what she was doing through her tears, but reached up for the top brass button on her denim shorts. Once open, she grabbed the tab on.