To their surprise it had not been the Headmaster, Mr. Charleston. It had been their faculty advisor Ms. Peters, who had come to check on two of her fa...orite students.Everything had gone smoothly and each was tempted to giggle as they confidently left the office. Then a simple remark from Ms. Peters had brought their smugness crashing down around their ears."Rory? The buttons on your blouse aren't fastened properly. You might want to correct that before you get to class."A frantic discussion had. Soon after that night, mom stopped breast feeding me and my brother. John would order my mom to take off her bra, and start sucking on her tits in front of me and my brother, anytime he pleased. It almost seemed like he was trying to get us tempted, always groping her breasts, taking her bra off, squeezing milk from them, sucking on them, making her taste her own milk. He was always telling us how good it was, sometimes it seemed like he was rubbing it in our faces that he could have her when. Mark nodded. ?Maybe some. But all too often, that?s the way thingsare. You don?t know how lucky you are to be born a boy.?It was a long time before Kelly could respond to Mark?s little tirade,because all he could see was how totally wrong his twin was. ?That?swhat I used to think,? he finally said softly.?What?? Mark asked, not knowing what it was that Kelly was referring tosince the silence between them had gone on for so long.?Lucky to be a boy,? Kelly replied. ?That?s? what I used to. Jeff elbowed my ribs, “Dude hang on, we’re in for a hell of a ride.” Tracey whispered something to Liza, who whispered back. “You guys want more of a show, or what?” Liza asked. “I think we should go for the ‘Or what’,” I answered her and winked. “Then Jeff gets to pick A or B,” Tracey said. “Okay, then B.” “Plan B it is then,” and Liza crossed the van to sit on Jeff’s lap. Tracey patted the seat next to her. “Now you just let us do everything," Tracey said and pushed her naked body atop mine..