My cock was good and hard. Right or wrong, I couldn't deny that I'd been powerfully aroused by the sight of my sisters licking and sucking each other'... hot naked little pussies."So, are you going to spank me, big brother?" Tammy wriggled across my bare legs and lifted her firm young up ass a few inches. The invitation was too much to resist. While Melanie maneuvered her crotch under her her sister's face to feed her some more pussy-juice, I took aim at Tammy's tight little butt with my bare. She pressed the send button just in time, or so it seemed. She wasn’t really sure how much time had passed. She began to wait and suddenly realized she had not looked for the key that was supposed to be there. Pulling her panties and bra from the locker she reached in, feeling for the key. As her hand found the key a middle aged man walked by, eying the underwear clutched tightly in her other hand with a raised eyebrow. Patricia stuffed the underwear back into the locker, blocking the opening. " looking at me, "whats your name?" "Jon" I replied. "Well Jon, get over there and sit on the couch." The she turned to her husband. "Now you little faggot, you wanna act like a sissy wearing my stuff...well I wanna watch you be a sissy. Get over there and suck his cock." Mike got on his hands and knees in front of me and put his hand on the base of my shaft and slowly started to suck my cock. Up and down he went, never opening his eyes. He had a great mouth and really knew how to suck. I loved her. I loved her as absolutely and completely as I loved Annette. And I knew that there would be three of us in my little bed. It gave me a warm feeling as I began sketching.The first thing I thought about Annette was not sex. I guess that was lurking in the back of my mind—I’m seventeen—but what I thought about was the morning she came into my room and examined my painting for the first time. She hadn’t looked at it and nodded before going on to something else. She’d studied it. She’d.