Robin tried to shake her head but was held tightly in place. She didn’t think it would have mattered, but felt she should make some protest. Elizabe...h took her time in cutting away Robin’s panties, then nonchalantly tossed the rag aside. ?Oh look’ she enthused, ?Robin’s a natural redhead?. Elizabeth rubbed her hand over Robin’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, and then favored Robin with a particular nasty leer. ?And? she continued ?she’s moist?. Elizabeth raised her fingers to she Robin that they. She asked me to have dinner with her and I saw that she too had tears in her red eyes and we silently ate.The following weeks were full of decisions. I was an orphan now and nobody to take care me exept aunt Annie. It was decided that I would live with her in Nizza and leave Austria. I was also quite rich for a five year old, as I was the only inheritant for my parents fortune, which was rather big after selling the houses and everything. But I didn't care and know much about it, so it left me. As she reach across the table l saw Bert put his hand up the back of her skirt. “Oh you are naughty Bert,” she said as she stood up but Bert left his hand up her skirt and she made no effort to move away.“I’ll go and tell Marco you are here while you make your choices,” she said, “and you,” she said, bending and kissing Bert, “can stop being naughty, you are making me wet.”“I can tell,” he laughed, taking his hand away and putting his finger in his mouth. “Oooh tasty,” he smiled. Gina giggled. I've got my hand cupped around where my dick and balls are in my pants with my two of my fingers brushing against the area below the balls. I'm massaging my balls, dick and that one spot. And moaning while arching my back ever so slowly. The hand on my chest is pressed against my pec - right where the bottom of some imagined tit would be. I flush and stop. Except to scratch my chest below the imagined breast - the shirt feels loose and itchy against my skin. It's a good scratch, too. I feel it.