Her hand pressed against my groin to feel if something worthwhile might be growing. At the feel of my swelling erection, she said, “Nice.” Her fin...ers went to my zipper and worked it down.Reaching inside my BVDs she worked my awkward stiffness through the vented opening. Looking down she stroked a couple of times and said, “The Lord certainly has a way of creating such wonderful things, Toby.”Inspecting it more closely she added, “Hmm, you’ve grown some Toby. Or is it just my imagination?” She. I cry and wet myself from fear. I am stroked and a low tome speaks to me. I am comforted. Then sleep. This exercise is repeated over and over and each time I am afraid and cry, but I begin to trust this fleshy being means no harm. I can see there are light and dark things around me. My legs can carry my weight, but I fall. Many times. I learn that my comfort still comes from sleeping in a mass of heaving bellies. My legs can carry me away from the mass. We each want to explore, but Mother will. How does that feel; having your nipples crushed and pulled forward? I think you’re going to orgasm if I continue.I can see your panties are becoming very wet. I can tell you’re enjoying the treatment.Are you enjoying what you see on the television? They have that woman tied spread eagle on the grass behind that house, and they’re using the water streaming from a garden hose to excite her. That one man is directing that strong spray of water between her legs, onto her tight channel. She must be. . was now on full display in front of these three high school boys.“To bring you guys up to date . . . Shelly asked for some help when out on a date . . . and also knowing what to do with guys, to make them feel super horny,” said Mike as he looked at his sisters naked body for the first time in several years. Then he continued:“She doesn’t seem to mind that you guys watch us . . . so maybe you could suggest what she should be doing,” he proposed. He had no idea how arousing his words were to.