Don't fucking touch. lube up my strap jim, u need teaching a lesson" jim takes the lube n covers my strap with it, I tell him to give it to u n tell u...to lube his ass, you cover his asshole n slide the lube in n out of him so hes drenched.I sit u on the floor infront of ur mirror with ur back against ur bed. I move jim so hes standing with his legs either side of u n his cock in ur face. u can see us in the mirror n r so turned on by it. I tell u its time to suck jims cock, to take him deep in. How much I wanted to be in the room with her.One summer my parents and my sister went on a two week cruise to Alaska. As a birthday present for my sister. I was to go too but I get sea and air sick. But I had more enjoyment than they ever would seeing Alaska. After seeing them off I return home. The agreement was while they were gone, I would be under Joy's supervision. One day there on the door was a letter for me. It was written my Joy. This was the first note I received from a admire (even. If there was time, people could ask questions; but we had established that it would be better to do what they were told first and ask why after (eg. “Stop the engine!” “Why?” “Too late, you’ve just killed a turtle” OR “Stop the engine” [engine into neutral], “Why did we do that?” “Look at that, those turtles are quite rare”). Cheryl was the bursar, financier, whatever. As the most ‘mature’, mother of two of the crew and indirectly the person who paid (actually Kevin did, but you get the point),. I could feel their eyes on my ass as well.... He stammered a little..."Uh....you mean pizza? Yeah...sure...." Good. thhe tough guy was off his game, we had the advantage.Betty and I brought out more pizza, served some soda....made some polite talk....and after a few rounds, met in the kitchen. Betty looked at me...and said what we were both thinking.... "Are you as turned on as I am...those boys are all virgins! We could be there first..." I looked at her....I couldn't do much...one of.