. but now, I was an I-don’t-even-know-what-cup. What did that make me?Marty led me downstairs ... he didn’t even bother putting clothes on me. I g...ess that meant we were going to be fucking sooner rather than later, a thought which excited me without altering the blank look on my face.What was I?As I mindlessly ate the bacon and eggs that Marty served me, and sipped on the milkshake he put into my hands, he began to explain.F-cups, G-cups, H-cups, and everything above ... they were special.. "“Youʼre pretty good for a firsttimer,” you say, complimenting her.“Your cock is getting hard again,”she points out. “Letʼs dosomething about that.”She stands up, showing off herperfectly round ass and thickpussy lips. Walking over to anearby cabinet, she reaches tothe top, retrieving a bottle oflotion. After strutting over to themiddle of the classroom wearingnothing but her skirt and boots,she beckons you over and gets on herknees. You walk over to her wearingjust your socks and tennis. They were soft kisses, with outstretched fingers. I reached down and stroked her face with mine and slowly slid out and steadily went back in. The strokes were long and full, ardent and tempered. Tenderly I formed a rhythm, slow in tempo with long notes, building to a crescendo that loomed rather quickly. Her eyes went big and her breathing went faster.“Joe.”*“Alexandria?”“I’m…”*“I know Little One, Me too.”Our lips met and I could swear we both stopped breathing for ourselves. I felt a warm. Their eyes were telling me I belonged here for keeps. I was very confused with that. I wondered about their apparent wisdom and where did that come from? They both came to my side and held my arms and kissed me. Then Margie took hold of my penis and gave me an erection as she leaned over in front of me and pulled my penis into her self and we rocked on one another as Margot put her finger in my anus. They seemed overly adept at everything so quickly.[We were living, exactly, almost, the sisters.