It was one of my crazy impulses, or maybe it was The Stick prodding me. Heather and I had been together all afternoon, talking about this and that, bu... it felt like she'd been keeping me at arm's length the whole time, talking inconsequentials, verbally deflecting me whenever I tried to get closer to her, when what I wanted most was to draw her into a warm embrace.And I know what you're thinking, but not that kind of an embrace -- conversationally.Oh sure, I wouldn't mind jumping her bones, but. I was just the same at their age, getting it from both girls and boys.As a teacher I’m always only to pleased to help my girls with their studies, and a moment later I was treating Anne to an off syllabus anatomy lesson. She felt my stiff hard up penis as if exploring its size and stiffness, fondled my balls as if investigating my testicles, ran her fingers through my thick pubic hair and all over my cock and balls and between my legs as if seeing what turned me on most. My grunts would have. “You look perfect, Julian. Absolutely perfect.”Fred stepped between us to hug Julian and echo my praise. Sarah did the same, her smile huge. Julian wore trousers, pants of some sort, plus a top that wasn’t overdone, just a little edging, but trimmed enough to be feminine. His bra was barely visible through the top. A hint of lace, nothing fancy. Fred had bought him breast pads, “enhancers” some call them, in the smallest size, so Julian sported just a bit of curve.Harper had re-done his hair.. She slid off the bed and took his cock into her waiting lips. She had her eyes closed. He wrapped her long brown hair around his hands and held her head tightly. He tightened his butt cheeks, as he pumped his cock into her mouth. He had done that several times when she opened her eyes. That is when it happened. She saw I was awake and watching. She tried to pull away, I guess to tell him I was watching. He would not release her. She kept struggling, while he steadily pumped his cock in her.