”For a moment she seemed amused and appreciative, but then she glared at him again. “I’m not a fucking child!”“You think someone has to be a...kid to be a brat?” Caine asked.“No, but...” she sighed. “I don’t know.”Caine had the decency to look a bit apologetic. “I didn’t know you were still hung up on the kid thing.”“It’s just the way you say things!” Tonya snapped again. She put her hands on her hips and took a moment to think. “I mean, you just said you can’t be a brat because you’re too old.. They start to dress up. Marc wearing tight denim shorts, white blouse, knee high fishnet stockings and he applies make up to his face.The other boy who im nicknaming s*s wears those tight jeans, a black blouse with a red vest over it and he too starts to apply make up.Then they're just talking and showing off how they're wearing their outfits and taking pictures.All i can say is "Wow, this is sexy" Then i think "Why didn't the bastard do this with me!?"Now things get heated up, i can feel Lisa. “But how does that work, the finger rubbing up inside you? Didn’t Betty do that finger thing too?”“Well, ... Betty came to me while I was watching, herding the heifers and bull on some leased land not far from here. It was a warm and raining morning that lulled me into day dreaming and, well, you know what I mean?”“Yes, Betty said that you were playing with yourself, masturbating,” interrupted the girl in front, holding my penis with a big smile as it grew stiffer and longer with a little gizem. Slowly coming up. Licking, with my hands spreading her ass. When I got closer to the asshole she squeezed her ass cheeks, trying to close. "Ahhh.. baby.. not there...", she said softly. I knew she would like it."It's ok baby... I want to taste every bit of you", I said.She let go. Partly knowing that I wouldn't give up and also probably because she wanted it.I spread her buttocks again. Opening her asscrack. I brought my face over her asshole. It smelled like, well, as ass. And it was turning.