He beckoned me over.“Come here and let me help you with that,” he suggested.I stood up and stepped towards him. I felt his finger wrap around my s...iff shaft as I stared at his huge erection.“There, how does that feel?” he asked as he eased the skin slowly up and down over my knob. I just moaned quietly. He increased the pace for a while before pulling my foreskin all the way back revealing my swollen knob. I watched as he lent forward and ran his tongue all around my glans. It felt exquisite. These days, there’s this whole new fad where middle-class white moms book dance parties with their pretty friends and hire instructors (like my friend, Kacey’s, sister) to come teach them how to “pole dance” while they drink wine and giggle. It’s become a thing and some girls, like Kacey, actually get into it and go to pole dancing competitions and everything. “It’s an awesome workout and it has nothing to do with stripping,” Kacey said one day while we were eating lunch together. Yeah. I. I was fully hard again and I didn’t hesitate to fuck my sweet sister in the pussy from behind while Mom straddled Darcy and rode her prick, too. This was a very clear reminder to my cuck, sissy stepfather that he/she wouldn’t be deprived of women entirely at all. Darcy would get to bone wife and daughter, probably in that order, too. Anything else would require his keyholder’s permission. The bulk of Darcy’s strange would be cock, not cunt or ass. This was the role that he wanted, after all,. ..you know, his balls. My God they hung down so far and they were so large too." "Wow, honey tell me, how did you feel right at that moment? Can you describe it for me?" Michael asked. "Well, like I said, I know I stared at it probably longer than I should have. It was quite impressive and I do remember getting a tingling feeling, in anticipation." Michelle said. "You were getting excited knowing it might soon be inside you?" Michael asked even though he knew the answer. "Yes, honestly, I guess.