“What do you think?” Shelby asked. I didn’t know what she was referring to. “Would you be okay with it?” she added.“If you want to, I’m ...kay with it,” James responded without hesitation or doubt in his voice.Shelby turned back to me and looked up. “Obviously, Victoria and I talked before you got here,” she began. “She told me how big you are, which I told James.” She wiggled her butt into his softening cock when she said his name. “He is six and a half inches, so you are a tad over half an inch. The signs of her arousal were her nipples showing engorged against her bra as she continued with her task. For all I wanted to cop a feel, I thought that that would be going too far at this stage and it would bring an end to our moments of fun. I was now deliberately only taking one item at a time into the dining room as I kept an ear out for the rest of Mary’s family but was running out of things to take. Still the buns were nearly ready and I knew all good things would come to an end. It was. Mr. Crete collected the day’s homework and got right into the day’s lecture about Shakespeare. He had the habit of lecturing from the front of the class and then wandering into the rows.All four girls had broad smiles on their face. Bigger smiles than ever before. They alternated making long extended eye contact and then making obvious stares at Mr. Crete’s crotch.At first he was able to ignore the odd behavior, but then it became noticeable. The girls’ strange eye contact, smiles, and then. And that wasn't all.His hands had never exactly been hard or calloused those of a workman,his career as a scholar leaving little room for manual labour. Yet evenstill he could see just how much the skin on them had softened, becomingpale, smooth and... dare he say it, delicate. Why if he didn't know anybetter, he'd say they almost looked like-Another spasm interrupted his train of thought, electing anothertorturous howl from his strained vocal chords. The pain didn't stop,shooting and spreading.