She asked if I had a spare cig, she was dressed in a school uniform, dark blue blazer, light blue shirt and tie, dark blue skirt and white ankle socks... I said "Sure" and lit her cig for her. She asked what I was doing and I explained, I then asked her why she wasn't in school, she replied that she was in 6th form and didn't like it, I asked her how old she was and she said 17 - the UK age of consent is 16.We smoked our cigs and she asked if she could have another, as I hesitated she said she. I went up to James’ room but he was not there. I swung round to see that Annie, his mum, had followed me up the stairs. “He isn’t here…” I said. “I know…” she said “he is in California for the whole weekend…” She paused for a moment and then said… “I need to do something to you. If you don’t want to it’s fine and we’ll just pretend it never happened but if you do, and I think you do, you’ll enjoy it.”I smiled and walked closer, “I think I know what you are talking about…” I said, stroking her. If there was any doubt he wasnt a complete and utter cuckold before, it was gone now. Consuela crawled up on to the bed and started cleaning Georges dick with her mouth while I lay panting on the bed. Chet knelt beside me and kissed me deeply. I love you Charity I love you too, and your dads cock He blushed at this. I told you not to cum, I said judgementally. Im sorry honey, I just couldnt help it, Chet apologized. Your punishment for disobeying is that you have to go to bed now, Ill come. They slide over your shoulders, down your chest between your breasts and then cup you firmly. You look down, but cannot see any trace of them, but you can feel them, they are warm and hard.You realise the other two have stopped at your knees, and as you realise this they start to slide between your legs, curling around your thighs in opposite directions. You feel them, every millimetre, simultaneously as soft as a feather and as firm as a builder's grip.They wind around your thighs, slowly.