"Tony wasn't just paying no attention to Anita's navigation, he was playing his guitar, accepting the fact that he had trained her. "You know that pie...e? Have you been spending time with Dewayne?" No Tony, but I practice. I can do anything you let me onstage with. I can do most of the band's songs really. Mom just won't let me go to the clubs." Rhythm or lead?" Mostly rhythm, I kind of practice what you or Tina play. What Dewayne does is, well, who knows? What the heck does he do?" Dewayne. Typical life.However... as far back as he could remember, his mother and eventually his little sister, had always been harsh on him... If his team won a game, his mother would laugh and tell him it was because he didn't play that much. If he passed a test, his sister would say "if only you weren't a fucking idiot, you would have gotten an A". This had happened every year for 24 years. The day had started like any other day. Jon had gotten up early and made breakfast for his sister, his mother. They all get in a line, and you get out a necklace and start swinging it back and forth as you've seen it done, and saying the normal phrases, trying to keep yourself from giggling. As you do it, their eyes all become unfocused, and their faces lose expression. You finish the trick and start laughing, before realising none of them are moving. And then, you realise it worked, and they are completely yours. As you say the trigger word, the three of them move to kneel in a row in front of you.You. You know... the taste?” “Perhaps I'll have to suck him off too, first thing when I get home,” Corinne giggled. Sensing that made the boy feel a little bit jealous she leaned over, feeling his fingers trying to reach her panty fabric and not quite managing it. She nuzzled his cock head before kissing him there, letting her tongue tease the little slit. “Mmmmm,” she cooed, “so big and meaty!” She slithered her tongue over his healthy, young erection, feeling the damp seep into her knickers, the.