But, he must have smelled my recent activities and asked if I needed to wash my underwear, too. So, I quickly lost those.There I was, naked from the ...aist down with a bit of cum dried between my cheeks and a little more oozing out. He asked me if I'd like to get clean. Of course I said yes. He started the laundry and led me to the master bedrooms bathroom. By then I was completely naked and he was getting undressed. We weren't talking about it, but I kind of knew what was going on. He. . - Julius you can..., make with her?- With both of us mom.I didn't believe in what heard, but nor I needed tô answer they saw how I was. Both laughed, for me and amongst themselves.- Mommy.- Does Irene, remind?- I want tô play, tô masturbate a man, didn't I still do. Does u teach me?Irene gives a smile accomplice, it passes the hand in the face of girl...- Do it like this, dear.Irene presses with force the cock moving the fingers of the way that I taught, I grow again, stiff. The girl is. It felt good to finally tell someone what she had been going through. It also felt right that, the person she first confided in was Carmen. ‘So . . . can I have a look?’ Carmen asked the question on her mind as delicately as possible. ‘Well . . .’ Benita replied as she looked at Carmen with a sceptical expression and examined her friend’s face for a moment. ‘C’mon, Ben, you’ve fucked me with it, the least you could do is let me have a good look at it,’ Carmen said with a chuckle. ‘You’re. I hope you all enjoy it.I dedicate this story to all the Usual Suspects -- Wendy-J, P.J.Wright, Janice Dreamer, Carrie Gore, among others -- all authorswhose work always astounds me and causes me to aspire to be bettermyself.This story may ONLY be posted at FictionMania unless the individualwishing to post it elsewhere contacts me (at chilli_tng at yahoo dotcom) and obtains permission to post it. Of course, all charactersdescribed herein are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyoneliving,.