She stops so both of the women can watch Stan commence sucking my raging erection.Stan is holding the shaft of my cock with one hand and using just th... very tip of his tongue to lightly lick the head. He is making slow circles and light taps around the circumference of my cock. Then he strokes my frenulum, the extra-sensitive area on the bottom side of the head of my cock.He is holding my cock an inch below the head while he wraps his lips around the top of it. Then, using plenty of saliva,. My parents were upstairs watching "Carousel" on tv; I had shut my door but could still hear it through the ceiling. I was bored to tears, feeling antsy, reliving each moment of my exhilirating evening, regretting now that I hadn't been braver. I'd already brushed the disgusting beer flavor out of my mouth, and now I sat in my pink and blue room imagining how things could've gone differently..would Mike have kissed me?? What would he think of my bikini?? Would he have wanted to...touch me?? . You've got the greatest looking butt I've seen in a long time, maybe ever."Her face turned into a mask of rage. "Get out of here. I know you're yanking my chain now."I looked at her just as serious as I could. "No, ma'am. It is beautiful. I really love it. You should be proud of your bottom. It makes you look very sexy." Oh, yeah?" Yeah!" I said with vehemence."Well... well, thank you. I... I never heard anybody say that. Everybody always looks at me like I'm deformed." Well, I don't think. Lois may have given Sarah a hint when she noticed I was eating her out with my eyes while she did the dishes.I decided to get to the heart of the matter. "I always said I'd like to have a lesbian for a girlfriend," I said over my can of beer.Sarah laughed. "Men are such assholes," she giggled to Lois, who nodded and joined us at the table."That's not why you're lesbians, is it?" I asked.Lois kicked me in the shins from under the table.And that's when our friendship began.Curiously, the topic of.