It had been my conclusion that Mary was untouchable; my hand running up and down her back confirmed that was a fallacy. Her softness against me, her s...ent had me riding high. I had expected to be crucified by Mary for taking Jayden’s cherry- not loved.Breaking our embrace she took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. It screamed femininity. The décor was all shades of rose. Mary looked at me then kicked off her heels they landed in a corner with a thud. She slowly removed her dress then. The girls were going to convoy me to Washington today. When the garage door went up, ten of them were standing there waiting.“Bob wins the bet, he bet you would try to go the Washington today without all your security,” Bill said.“Put the heavy vest on; the boss ladies can go along for the ride but we are taking you,” Bill instructed.“Wearing gloves today are you? I didn’t think it was that cold,” Bill added.“The tribal designs have not completely washed off the back of my fingers yet; it is. I didn't even really think about it. I took him in my hand and started moving, the same way on his cock as I like to do on mine. Randy went back to work on me, bathing me with his tongue and giving little sucks and toothless nibbles to the head. I wanted to be in his mouth so badly.My brother was giggling as he played with me. “You give a pretty good handjob, bro,” he said.“I've had some practice on a cock pretty much like this one.”“The one I'm licking? The one I'm gonna make cum in my. He pinched the nipple lightly and ran his finger around the areola. Dad's other hand was between my legs fingering my cunt. His touching was exciting me, making me linger as I enjoyed the feelings flooding through me. At last, my father was focused on playing with my breasts. I lay the soap bar in the dish and began rinsing the soap from his cock and balls, getting excited myself as dad palmed my breasts, cupping them and rubbing them with his slippery hands. I made him turn and let the shower.