”“Want me to stop?”“Oh no! I don’t know how quick I might… you know, bounce back, but that feels amazing. Don’t stop.”I didn’t. I st...rted to lightly stroke him with my fingertips, and then to play with his soft foreskin. I used my thumb and two fingers to slide it back, exposing the pink plum of the head of his cock, then drew it back over it. I did it again and then several more times, enjoying the soft, sensual, slightly wet and slippery feel of him, and he muttered, “Fuck…”“Still okay?”He. .Pete: Will you let up, it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: People! People! Calm down. Let's act like civilized humans. Go on, Bob.Bob: Thank you. Anyway, Sheepy-Poo looked so good dressed as a schoolgirl in her plaid skirt that I took pictures of me and Sheepy-Poo and put them on the net. She looked even better than in her French maid outfit. I sang "Mary Had A Little Lamb" to her over a nice candlelight dinner I made. I made all her favorites. They wanted one last chance to aggravate their liberal female professors."Oh yes!" they told me before I had a chance to object. "They have aggravated us for two years. This will aggravate them something awful when they learn that not only are we pregnant, but that we each have twin daughters already," Margie told me with a big grin.I went to collect my parents, Uncle Dan, and Aunt Vic about 9:30 that Friday morning. They were already dressed in their best clothes and followed me through the. Although he had gone a bit I could see he had been a fit lad. I reached up out of my heeled mules to kiss him and he responded by holding my face in a grip of both hands.I took both hands and undid his uniformed brown trousers to pull out his interested semi cock.I was all sweaty and swelling faster now with my touch.I rubbed the magic lamp until it was stiff and with that he had no more reservations about me!I pulled off my matching white lace pants and lifted my nightie for him to see my.