" Oh no," I replied unhappy after what I thought had been good progresswith her."Oh yes," she insisted, "so get used to it!" I'll have the rest of my ...ife to get used to it," I replied hopefully."Well you'll be wet for one thing," she continued, "and your pussy willbe more used to it." You mean like I peed myself? What's the point of having a pussy that'swet if there isn't a man to fill it?" I asked her."What's the point of having a dick?" She laughed, "You'll need to learnthat we don't need. You walk to the headboard and stretch my left arm up, tying it to the post, and then walk around the bed, doing the same with my right wrist. I gaze at you, not sure why, but I trust you, and you know my body so well. You lift a pillow and direct me to raise my hips, Placing the pillow under me, tilting my pelvis up. Taking my left leg, you stretch it out, then bend up my knee and secure a band behind my knee, angling it to the head of the bed as well, and repeat the process with my right leg.. Fawn stroked it slowly, spreading her legs widely, her book forgotten now. Joan's eyes were straining with eager pleasure as Fawn slowly dipped a finger into her cunt and moved it back and forth, her rounded hips writhing in self-induced pleasure. The image of Fawn was so sharp and seemed so close, Joan was sure she could hear the soft moans of ecstasy Fawn must surely be making. She could see that wet finger glistening as it went in and out of her pink, hair-rimmed cunt, and could almost hear. She leant forward and tapped the question on the keyboard. He replied he was 17. Bullshit, I thought. He interpreted our looks correctly and started typing away, pleading us to stay and play. "Flash him your tits if you must and let's move on", I advised, not wanting to be arrested as a paedophile, but remembering how pathetically grateful I would have been to see real tits at his age. She laughed and unbuttoned her blouse, while his hand busied itself vigorously beneath the bedsheet. I too -.