Ohh, Treyyyyyy,” I continued to softly verbalize. “What are you doing to me?? Ohh… Ohh…Ohh, God!” I didn’t seem to be able to control what...I was saying. I spread my legs further apart hoping his tongue would go up my ass further. The combination of him licking my ass while manipulating my clit was driving me over the edge. I was breathing so heavy it must have seemed like I was having an asthma attack! I had been doing my best to try and keep quiet, but I’m sure I was being way louder than I. Mr. M shook my hand, wished me happy birthday, and pushed her wheelchair toward the front door.I took a quick moment to wonder if or how I had managed to offend Mrs. M, but any real pondering on the subject would have to wait. It was my birthday party, and I had guests to entertain. In fact, as I hobbled toward the front of the house I saw several members of the Alphabet Soup Gang helping Mr. M get Mrs. M's wheelchair off the porch and onto the sidewalk. Brett and Eddie even offered to help the. With a start her eyes opened. She screamed and tried to stand and cover herself all at the same time. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She didn't get more than half way up as I was still on top of her."What do you mean sweetheart? I thought you were having fun?" What are you talking about? What's going on here?"I got off the bed and slowly began to get undressed. "What are you doing!?" Don't play so naive Andrea. I gave you pleasure and I think that it's only fair that you reciprocate. Don't you?" I said. “When she came over to our house she noticed my dad and I are very hairy and sweaty,” Rob shrugged. “My Mom was worried we’d ruin her nice furniture so Ms. Perkins told her that we’d have to start sitting on the floor. She even showed us,” Rob demonstrated by kneeling with his legs apart the way Ms. Perkins had kneeled at our house.Erica’s eyes grew wide in shock.“She told my Mom that if we were caught sitting on furniture to use a squirt bottle like we were pets that shouldn’t be up on the.