My mind was racing as I removed my hand from my asshole. I could feel and smell his jizz on my hand. It had a sweet sent. I raised my hand to my face ...nd sniffed even closer. Why did it smell so good to me? Something came over me and I decided to lick it off my hand. It tasted better then the facial he me made me give myself when he pounded my ass.I wanted more so I reached back and slid a finger into my ass. It was so loose so I became curious to see how many more I could fit. To my surprise 3. I threw on some shorts and opened the door to reveal Tammy as our obtrusive knocker. She was dressed to play with a pair of high heel shoes, a short leather skirt that showed acres of delicious creamy thigh, a white silk blouse unbuttoned halfway to heaven that clearly displayed her braless large dark areolas and very hard nipples through the thin fine silk material. Naturally I had to kiss her hello. While doing a thorough job of that I noticed that her hand was caressing the rising bulge in. .. hmmm I sort of like that word.”Gwen suggested, “We could call Brenda that at work.”Louise shot down the idea, “Gwen, Brenda’s really good on the computer so she would put that into a translator and figure it out. Then of course she would run to Michael and tattle on us.”I asked, “Will we have any problems with Michael concerning Brenda?”Louise said, “Not at all. To be truthful Auntie Masha, he’s sort of afraid of you.”I was shocked and replied, “Why would he be afraid of me?”Gwen laughed and. Well, if he could come home on a few weekends, I guess I could bear it that long. What do you think, Steve?"Mr. Roberts stirred uncomfortably in his chair, then gave me a gauging look as he said, "I don't know. Three months is an awful long time for two fifteen year old boys to be out on their own like this. I'll be honest with you both. I know exactly what I'd be doing while away from home with two other gay boys. I'm afraid of what... " I'm not gay," I objected. "I like girls a lot more than.