"Lube your cock up, too," he told me. I didn't know why but complied. My erection glistened in the odd light. “Jack yourself off. I want to feel you...come, too,” he told me. I didn’t need to be asked twice! I grasped my engorged prick and started stroking up and down my shaft as I had so very many times. The sensation of him behind me, his hands on my hips while he pushed in and out of me and I stroked myself, was something I had never experienced before. With his cock sliding against my. I could see the mocking looks pastMartins head.'Well goodnight, we will see you in the morning and you sissyMartina will help sissy Lucy with the housework, and rememberthat it is Lucy that has got you into this, so she is to blame'.They exited the room but the laughter and giggling lasted ages.I looked at the boy's eyes. His look had turned from sorry forhimself to venom. 'You faggot' he spat at me. 'Because of you Iam wearing a nappy and plastic pants and have had to wear a dressthis. Those pictures included the bar girls. Betty's, indeed, was stunning. While I couldn't quite explain why, she, even in her forties, could be on the cover of Cosmopolitan more easily than any of the others, even my love--not that Carol couldn't get there.Next, Marie took out a picture of Iris. Iris was another person from our hometown, a little younger than we were, and apparently quiet and sweet. Her eyes and hair were the very definition of natural blue-eyed blonde.From what I had heard of. She made me pay for my transgressions, but then she finally let me surge. I was keening to the pines above as I filled my sister's mouth.In the end, Sandra sat up on her heels looking very pleased with herself. She showed me her dripping lips before she swallowed. Then she dived down on top of me for a tight snuggle.I think she was thinking we'd sidle off to sleep; one of us would wind up killing the lamp, or else the batteries would drain. But then my fingers started tracing circles on her.