He pulled my waist and pushes that mug forcefully under my waist. With pain I cried- AAAOUUUU and arched back. I slipped slightly away from his crotch... Ignoring my cry my Sona ‘Beta’ hold my naked wet thighs & pulled me near to his crotch.He again fortifies his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis over my thong and camera attacks on crack. Sound of zoom & clicks made me sure, he will take good time. Double pain is killing me but for son’s joy and enthusiasm I opened my arms too. He ignored my top and. I pushed my head down and took in all I could and then backed off to do it all over again. I went up and down and loved every second of it. I pulled him out and squeezed him and saw a glistening drop of precum form on his tip. I slowly licked it off and loved the sweet tangy taste on my tongue. I licked below his head to elicit another dollop of precum and was rewarded with more and slightly thicker goo. It was delicious and I looked him in the eye as he had done with me a week ago when licking. I said “If it’s on display and on offer I’m ready for it”. “Me too” was Mark’s comment and we moved so she was sandwiched between us – me in front and Mark behind.I stroked her hips and ventured down to her thighs whilst Mark slid off her dress and caressed her breasts from behind, tweaking both her nipples. One of Anna’s hands was wrapped around my prick. The other was behind her back – I presume helping Mark’s erection.I bent down to lick on one of her nipples as Mark presented it to me.. When they thought I was a girl they thought me honest and helpful. For the first time I questioned my stubborn insistence that being a boy was better than being a girl. Still, old ways of thinking die hard and I felt belittled that I had allowed myself to be mistaken for a girl. However I realized the benefits of being mistaken for a girl outweighed my injured machismo. This reinforced my earlier decision to let people mistake me for a girl. In an effort to salve the boyish guilt I felt at.