She was rubbing her hands on her crotch through her skirt, confused as to what to do but a complete slave to her body’s need to do something, anythi...g. I instructed her to undress slowly for me, and she did, seeming to realize my and Mommy’s pregnant bellies for the first time as she unbuttoned her shirt. When she stood there naked before me, I let her touch my tummy, and told her to kneel down to kiss it. She did enthusiastically, even stopping to lick my bellybutton clean of my cum.If it was. It feltlike it was a genuinely affectionate gesture and I assumed it was areward for responding to her commands the way she wanted me to. Tracypulled her hand away and the memory of her touch lingered on my head andin my mind."Does he do any tricks?" Laurie said."Yes, Tracy taught him several tricks," Abby said.Tracy undid my collar and said "down!" and I lay down at her feet."Oh, so cool," Laurie said."Rollover," Tracy said and I rolled over on the ground causing the girlsto laugh."Throw the. Gwen calmly held my gaze while she tossed one stick over her shoulder. As it bounced to the floor, she repeated the pattern with her right hand alone. The difference in sound was nil. I just rolled my eyes as everyone laughed.Later that evening, Muireann and I lit the candles and settled into our chairs by the pool. Despite our name for it, ‘music in the woods’ was sometimes filled with more talking than playing.“Gwen’s a fricking slave driver,” I moaned.“Oh, she’s only trying to make us. "Shut up mom!" Nadine barked.She slowly lifted the hem of her cheerleader skirt up her slim, muscled thighs. Mike growled at the back of his throat. The little white pleated skirt didn't have much distance travel; it was a tiny thing made of a satiny nylon-lycra blend. It hissed against her tights in the quiet lounge room. Nadine held the hem at the top of thighs and Mike indicated for her to raise it higher. She was wearing the same white lycra gym panties that she had worn the night she.