They were attired like little girls, in short dresses withcapped shoulders but no sleeves, puffy skirts but no panties. Theirhairless lower legs were...in knee socks with horizontal rainbow stripesand their feet had on Mary Janes. Their hair was long enough thatsomeone had been able to comb it forward over their foreheads and givethem each a row of spit curls. Behind the husbands were two tallshirtless men in boxer shorts. As if at a silent signal, each man tookhis sissy by the shoulders and. This time Paul twisted his wrist slightly moving the trapped fingers in a clockwise motion. Phoebe grunted her approval as she released him again. Again Paul slid his fingers back into the hot flesh of Phoebe's twat, but this time he rotated them counterclockwise as he entered and clockwise as he pulled them out. Without the expected clamping from Phoebe they slid out quickly and he was free to repeat the process for the next several minutes. Paul briefly considered searching for Phoebe's. “Don’t kneel behind me stud, stand over me. I want it hard and I want it fast, so don’t spare me young man.” A look of understanding appeared accompanied by a smile as broad as the horizon. Janice, kneeling up behind me, pulled my buttocks apart, spat on my star and then spoke to Danny. “Come on Love; let’s give her what she wants.” As her warm spittle glided down my anal crevice, it was collected by her tongue and massaged into my backdoor. I felt her slippery muscle push easily inside me. The three rejuvenated lovers returned to Steve's parents' bedroom."Now the big test!" said Steve's father."Its really going to be a big test!" said Steve's mother, "Think I can pass?"Steve was confused about what they were talking about and must have looked it too."Better get him hard!" said Steve's father.Steve's mother dropped to her knees right away and started to lick Steve's limp prick. She ran her tongue along its full length starting the process of making his cock swell. She rubbed the.