Amy closed the door after us as we walked into the bedroom. Suddenly, I was sandwiched between two of the most beautiful, sweetest, most wonderful tee...age girls in the world, as they just hugged me as tight as they could. They wouldn't let go; that was ok, I wasn't trying to get away anyway. They didn't even ask what had happened. Like they would really need me to tell them... After a minute, the door opened and Victoria joined out little hug fest. That's when I started crying, as I felt my. What strange force had made her want to see and handle Michael's dickie? Did he really enjoy what she had done with it or had he said that just to be nice? What would happen if she let Michael see and fondle her own tingling orifice? Would Michael even want to, or would he be shocked and ashamed of her forwardness for daring to suggest it? What was the real purpose of those vastly different, but still vaguely similar organs? Her mind was careening with questions as she awaited her mother's. He let the door close behind us and order me to take his shoes off. I did so we enough reverence and difference that it made him stare at me. I would take one shoe off and bring it up to my nose and mouth to smell and lick at the same time. my brain was on fire. He just observed as though trying to figure out if I was for real or crazy. I was both. I stuffed each sock in my mouth as though they were g****s and sucked the juices out of them. He allowed me to take his pants off, but not his. Tara felt a little apprehensive as to how well she'd fit in, as she had never met any black people before and already started wondering if she could bring herself to date a negro and worrying how her right-wing Irish-American parents would react to it. Tara was petite at 5'4 and 105 pounds, with C-cup breasts on a slim athletic frame, and was a very fair white girl, with naturally red hair, green eyes and a hint of freckles across the bridge of her pretty nose. She had excellent posture and.