We could wear what we liked on the day, with the expectation of turning each other on with what we wore.Touching was optional.To decide who would have...me first we would toss a coin.Whoever lost the toss could sit and watch, stand and watch or walk around to watch.It was agreed that we would all wear a dressing gown up until the time the coin was tossedAt the appointed time, very tense introductions were made with little small chat. Susan won the toss, and seemed pleased that she would have me. Somehow he foundhimself closing his eyes... he didn't want to, but he did anyway, anddrifted away slightly... as the sounds of someone approaching became moreobvious."Wow... you look incredible, baby," came a deep, resonant male noise frombehind the bed. Al remained frozen, horrified but fascinated also. Thisfelt... this was real! "Are you ready to be fucked?"Al felt the bed shift as the clearly bulky man found his way toward himand the girl... and he fought, fought with all of his power to. He had adopted me, a 14 year old boy, interested in everything people my age were interested in. Then there was my 12 year old bro, Mike, who was almost as tall as me and looked very similar to me, we both had shaggy mousy hair, bright blue eyes and a cheeky look. My adopted brother, Jeremy, was Dad's nephew, who's dad was never known and Mom died of cancer 3 years ago. He had dark skin and the startings of an afro. He was also 12, but looked older. He was fairly muscular, and a brilliant. “Blow job.”“Blow job,” Sandy said without pause, then her face took on a confused look and she asked Rizzo, “What’s a blow job?”“You’re kidding, right?” an astonished Rizzo asked in turn.“No, I don’t know what that is,” Sandy admitted.“Going down on a guy,” Rizzo said, only to still be met with a look of confusion.Rizzo brought her hand up to her mouth and made several pumping motions into her mouth, illustrating what she was talking about. The demonstration had it’s intended effect as the.