Also, I was very curious. I’d have bet my last dollar that my sidekick hated our rescue victim and yet… Oh, the things they did in that room as I...watched, my face red with shame. Their initial kiss, pink tongues exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming over naked flesh, cupping, squeezing, caressing so intimately. My room was filled with passionate moans and giggles as I watched The Bug strip Princess Bubble’s panties from her and fling them across the room before wrestling her to the. Trying to make two families one: my mother decided to room me with one of my stepbrothers. I was now twelve and Eugene was fourteen. The first few weeks went well, and we got along. I was very naïve, and my brother was very street smart. I wanted to be Like Eugene and tried to tag along with him and his friends. At first it was OK because my mother would intervene and tell Eugene If he wanted to go places, he needed to take me along as well.I remember things changed one Friday night when Eugene. "My turn", I said lightly. Her eyes were glued to my cock, as if she never saw one. I'm not that impressive, probably 5 inches fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 wide. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I stepped closer to her, and she sat up, her hand reached up and grasped my shaft, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for firmness. Her hands were soft and warm, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingers from the tip to the base. I stepped even. “Squat between Michelle's legs and take her piss” she ordered KarenScrambling down Karen did so, her tongue lapping at Michelle's pussy in eager encouragement. I've never peed on a girl before Michelle thought. She smiled inwardly. Except you are pissing on a slag the new Michelle voice said. That's right, new Michelle chastised herself, Karen is just a slag. I'm a slag. A piss happy slag. The pressure on Michelle's bladder grew and she let a jet of urine soak Karen's face.“Thank Michelle for.