And it sounded extremely sexy on my best friendMorgan's cellular phone (actually his Dad's old cast-off phone - he gaveit to Morgan when he bought a n...wer and sleeker replacement). During manyof our sleepovers at Morgan's backyard (backyard camping at our age, canyou believe it), I would use Betty and play practical jokes over thephone.Morgan would bring out their kitchen phone and an old-style speakerattachment that he "borrowed" from his dad's office. He'd attach a longextension so we could. Now lower than me, her face perched just above my now fully freed cock, I stood at full attention, and I ached at the base as every part of me stretched to fill, to lengthen, as if she were the sun I needed to grow toward to live. Slightly leaning back, and working my shoes, pants, and underwear away from me with as little interruption as I could muster, I was naked now, and she stopped a moment to mentally save this moment for herself.She did not look back to me again, she became affixed on. And smiled at me. He looked nervousSo I handed my laptop to him. And just out of curiosity I looked outside to find what he was so interested in. The window had a view to my backyard and there in the cloth line lay my cloths. To be specific the things that would come in his view would be a pair of my bra and panty. A black pair. So I started wondering why. Then I remembered the way his eyes went on to my bra straps when I opened the door. Could it be that bras turn him on? Well that my bras. Now, up to my room, both of you. Strip naked is the word, Ms. Lydia shall ride my upstanding prick, and Ms. Emily will sit on my face. The tableau will continue until all three of us have cum.”Emily ran upstairs with a squeal and she was naked with her legs spread by the time Lydia and I got there.“John, may I kiss my own dear daughter’s cunt before we begin you program?”“You may, and I shall offer the dear girl my prickhead to kiss, short of cumming of course, until you are disposed to.