"All right. Now switch 'em on." Both men turned the vibrator settings up to highest and then secured a thin strap which connected from the vibrator to...each girl's clit. Like a more flexible, softer version of a clamp, they clung to each girl's nerve bundle. The vibrator's motions not only spurred sensations along the walls of each girl's sex, it also sent those jarring motions to the tiny soft clip that hugged gently to each girl's clitoris. The effect was immediate. Tracie and Ashley began to. Her ass often had that effect on men. It had been far and away her best feature, a legacy from a childhood spent learning dance that she maintained with a strict regimen of lunges. However, after getting a pair of stripper sized implants added to her already ample chest a few years ago, she had two other round mounds of flesh that demanded their own share of attention.She wasn't surprised when the boy, Joseph, didn't answer her question about his mother. Often, trouble with teen boys was. Of course my mom tried to fight it and have me go an all white school in the other district, but the district board would not budge. In case you are wondering “how did things go for the only blond haired, blue eyed, white k** in an all black school?” Well, things went great. I had been playing football since the 3rd grade, was an All-District athlete, and many of my opposing teammates went to this school. So, as it turns out, my first “play” girlfriend was black, the first titty I ever. ”“I was afraid you would be mad; maybe tell dad.”“You shouldn’t have worried. If you had said something, anything, I would have come to your room after Bill went to sleep and let you fuck my ass that night or any other night. I would have let you do anything you want.”“I feel like such a goddam idiot.” The boy might have felt foolish, but his dick, having a mind of its own, was beginning to show signs of renewed life beneath the towel.“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” she giggled, squeezing his.