Dishes. Kevin never said at word. He somehow seemed happier. The otherday, she had walked in as he was humming. Humming! Him! Dr. Depression!The truth...was, Kevin seemed to liked doing the chores. It was as if heimagined himself as submissive. Yes, as a Sissy. He seeded to long towear the dress, as if he was a mental sissy, if that was a thing. Onenudge, and he would turn.He could not say it aloud, but he wanted this. Others sissies may beforced. He could be led.As for Tina, she was onto. The storm wasn’t helping. She could barely see the road let alone any signposts. “Bloody hell,” she gasped as the car lurched through a pothole, jolting her sideways. The road, initially well maintained with streetlights and white lines, had somehow mutated into an unlit, scarcely navigable track. The tarmac was patchy and holes the size of craters made driving a bone-shattering experience. She wished she’d stopped in the last village where the local pub had advertised rooms. The. I was a 15 year old sophomore in high school. My mom clearly had me when she was a freshman, and she had no clue who my father was. Apparently, it could have been any of about 50 guys, as she had gone to a frat party and fucked half the frat house, been gangbanged by her local high school’s football team after a win in the locker room, and the random smattering of guys she happened upon along the way, as well as her teachers and classmates whom she regularly serviced. And she had done all that. So warm and soft, and firm.Dawn stood there watching, and smiling. She felt hot now and her pussy was wet.Willow and Buffy moved over to the big wood kitchen table. They kissed again, and Buffy sat up on it and spread her legs wide.Dawn began to rub her pussy through her jeans.Willow got down on her knees in front of Buffy, and began to move her tongue up each of her firm, tan thighs. Buffy smiled down at her friend. "I love your tongue action," she said. "Come on, fuck my pussy with it, you.