“Did I say you can speak slut,” he yells?I notice his huge bulge slowly erecting from the inside of his suit. His cock is throbbing.He captures my...gaze. "You want it slut?"I nod.He yells "I said do you want it?"I bite my lips and moan "yes master, please give it to me."He slowly walks up to me; while, caressing his meat. Master’s crotch is centimeters away from my face. Slowly, he unzips his pants. I salivate. I beg for it. I want to. I have to."Get your fucking mouth ready, you fucking. We ate, sipped some wine, joked, and looked each other over with a sudden awareness that something was close to happening.After dinner, Bobby and Julie were in and out of the pool; splashing each other while in, chasing each other when out.I don't know if it was the intoxication of Rosemary, or the consumption of wine, or the heat, or all of the above, but I swear that at times both Bill and I were looking at our own kids young bodies with more than a parent-child eye. I actually saw my. I saw her big melons and dark brown nipples as sheWas not wearing bra. I got erection immediately and moved bit uncomfortablyOn the sofa. She smiled at my in discomfort and guided me for dinner. SheTouched my hands while serving and her boobs touched my shoulder while sheWas serving. My body got electric feeling and wanting for sex. After dinnerShe sat next to me told me that until my wife comes back i should have lunchAnd dinner at her house. It was my wife’s request it seems my wife was. "Yeah, he'll learn what it's like to be a girl," said the first twin, tothe laughter of the girls.I turned away from the mocking girls, to focus on the scenery out thewindow, trying to keep the tears of humiliation out of my eyes. Onewanted to look at pretty bikini-clad girls; one wanted to talk with them.One wanted to swim and play games with them. I'll admit, one wanted togo even farther with them. One didn't want pretty bikini-clad girlslaughing at him, mocking him.I told myself that.