”From then on, I wore a miniskirt only at home, going between our houses and when we all went out shopping or on day-trips together. At other times,...I wore knee-length skirts - more comfortable and easier to manage. I think that my mother suspected about this arrangement, but she never said anything. Mom was always happiest when she was out and about with her mini-skirted fem-boy.The following year, our last at school, was stressful for all three of us. We had to get high grades to have a. The more I could smell her the more I wanted to taste her. As I kissed the top of her pubic hair I pulled her thong down past her knees to the floor. Now I could get to the honey pot I so needed to taste. She had now removed her blouse and her nipples were standing proud from her tits. I reached up with one hand and took a nipple between my fingers. As I gently teased it I felt it stiffen. I cupped her firm breast in my hand and gently squeezed.　As I kissed down towards her pussy she raised. On a recent Monday night while we were fucking like rabbits, I asked Roger if he could arrange a man in his very late teens for us next Sunday. “I have never had a man twenty-five years younger.”“I have just the man who I see at the gym who I am sure would be keen. Garth is six-feet tall, very athletic build, rumored to be bi-sexual, and I almost forgot, he is hung.”“Sounds good baby, arrange it,” I moan as we orgasm simultaneously, my orgasm heightened by the thought of this man.And I wonder. I did so and continued to enjoy the beautiful view of our scenic surroundings. She took a few minutes and was back beside me, although I didn’t see her phone in her hand. I turned towards her, looked into her eyes and told her she looked really lovely. She smiled naughtily, held my hand and said, ” I have a surprise for you.” I asked her what it was, she just said, “Close your eyes, let my hand guide yours.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.She started moving my hand over her thighs on.