They relax me. The doorbell interrupted my solitude. I wasn't expecting company. Anyone who came over was liable to catch my germs.I opened the door t... a shocking sight. Three young ladies, all dressed identically like Betty Boop. I never told anyone this before, but as a youth I would get a boy-sized woody while watching Betty Boop cartoons. I thought she was oh so sexy in a coy way. The large plastic heads with big painted-on eyes and dark curly painted-on hair completely concealed their. Then I fixed your eyes ... I pass my hand over your eyelids to close down and at the same time I face at your labia ... Taking my time, I spend lips, my tongue your exquisite lines, without ever touching your cock and especially not your clitoris ... You moaned, you winces, you camber ... You open your eyes at times but closes immediately lest I see the assets open ... Caresses my tongue and my fingers ignite, now I bite my lips and my teeth glide over your skin ... I claw gently inside your. So I went back to the bed and gently got up on it and sat next to grandpa. I sat still for awhile before I reached over and touched the head of his penis. It was warm and soft. I loved touching it. I gently pulled open the slot in his underware where his penis was sticking out so I could see more. As I pulled it open, it kind of plopped out and over to one side. I saw it all. It looked soft and I could see veins under the skin. It kind of curved a bit as it lay up over on top of his. Still being a girl. And, of course, wegirls have to sit down to pee, don't we?And after a good night's sleep (wearing my birthday nightie again), Iwas up fairly early on the Sunday morning, anxious not to miss any of myweekend girliness. I enjoyed a soaping my tits in the shower. I justwished that my tits could feel my hands in response to the way my handscould feel my tits. I dried myself off and then put on clean knickersand stockings along with one of my new dresses. I washed the knickersand.