“Not bad mate, not bad at all. Nothing like mine though, but not many are! What do you think Si? Which one do you prefer? If you had to pick one, hi... or mine?” Phil pushed his pelvis forward and his massive cock poked Simon’s thigh. Still he stayed quiet.“Phil, I reckon he needs to judge this properly. Nothing will leave this room Si, I promise. How about you have a little play with both of us and then tell us which one you prefer? Is that too much to ask?” I copied Phil and poked Simon in the. Before my brother took me upstairs for a fucking l lay with my head on his lap sucking his cock while he watched one of our father’s dirty films, l learnt more than a few things about sex and couldn’t wait to try riding my brother’s cock the way one girl rode a bloke in the film as l sucked my brother’s cock l noticed out the corner of my eye a girl in the film vigorously sucked on a guy’s cock so l copied her which my brother enjoyed a great deal by the noises and upward thrusts he was giving. . yet. He had certain lewd ideas about someday starting an extra-curricular class in which the lovely young girl was his only student, and he could teach her what other sex education courses left out... It wasn't entirely coincidence that Richard lived so close to the Murphys. Prescott was a small, old community only recently developing as suburbia extended its macadam and cement tentacles from the big city to the north. Modest income housing was short, and the tract in which they lived was one. This was the time I heard most of the tale of Cinderella and how she plotted to turn the Prince against all who had sacrificed so much for him. It took but a slight comment on my part for any or all of them to go on and on, spewing vitriol as I'd never heard before.After their clothing was cleaned, I prepared the evening meal for them. By the time they had finished their meal and repaired to their beds, the story had been twisted to the point where it had all been my doing that allowed this.