I pleaded with Maggie for help, she stood there passivelywatching her daughter.She was twisting really heard, I screamed in pain.'Now you're going to ...sk me nicely if you can wear my oldpanties.'I said nothing and then a violent twist, 'Agghhhhhh...Emily can I wear your panties.'That wasn't loud enough.''Please may I wear your panties?''I want to hear you plead more.' she said and then againtwisted my arm.'Please please please can I wear your panties?''Why do you want to wear my panties, is it. So, how could I refuse? This girl wouldhave looked fantastic in a garbage bag, as far as I was concerned.So, I mumbled something like, "Yes, of course, no problem, helpyourselves to my stuff in the bedroom." - and they headed for my roomand locked the door.I couldn't find any reason after that for concentrating on Frenchverbs, what with the thought of Geraldine in her suspender belt, braand panties, trying on my school uniform in my bedroom.There were lots of giggles and laughter over the next. . I had fisted Jenny for ages in her arse, patiently climbing deeper and deeper inside her while John slid his hand in and out of my cunt until it could glide smoothly though my slackened vulva, and then Jenny took over. She was fisting me with long sweeping easy thrusts that swabbed relentlessly at the walls of my man-fist-loosened cunt. I felt wider and softer than ever. Then she drew out, and looked at me seriously, sensuously, seductively, while John lubed up both her hands together! I bit. She threw her head back, leaning back against the toilet, and kicked hard against the stall walls, happilly rubbing herself and fucking the banana. I was so turned on I didn't know what to do, so I undid my trousers to make way for the bulge in my boxers. She rubbed harder, faster. I could see her nearly squirting as her hand got soaking wet. She bounced her tight little ass on the toilet seat hard a few times, still pounding that banana accurately. She stop rubbing and shoved her soaking wet.