And Mitch had become one of them. They had a tiny, run-down house in a rough, dark part of town, and their boys were allowed to sleep on the covered b...ck porch and eat out of the kitchen when they needed to, as long as they did what the girls wanted, including servicing their sexual whims. On several occasions when Matt was really in a bind, Mitch had gotten permission for him to crash there too, though he tried to keep his young brother out of any of the shady dealings the others participated. Go out and get fucked togetherRule#98: Real women don’t enjoy being groped, but sissies don’t mind at allRule#99: All a sissy needs to know is how to please a cockRule#100: Be a good girlRule#101: A sissy can never have enough shoesRule#102: A sissy’s breath always smells like cockRule#103: Sissies proudly buy their lingerie in the storeRule#104: Sissies find a way to dress sexy even when it’s coldRule#105: Sissies eat their own cum to remind themselves that they are no longer a manRule#106:. However, the week flew, and Sunday arrived, and I was marched up to the front door, not knowing what type of reception I was going to get, but when the mom, Stephanie, opened the door, all my worry's and doubts disappeared, she stepped out of the door and threw her arms around me, gave me a hug, and said with a smile, "welcome to our humble abode Wendy," the father Tom appeared, and he also welcomed me with a hug, the glance between the two of them should have told me something wasn't exactly. She held up her mouth to him. "Lorena said you screwed her, your own sister. I think that's groovy, Glynn. She knows how I like to swing with groovy people, so she called me to be your sitter today. I hurried right over." Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her hot, wet tongue was quick and penetrating. Jean's teeth raked his, and his hands felt over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled against him. When their mouths parted, she said, "Are you going to keep those trunks on?".