“Come on, get it hard, let’s do it” a girl was saying. “No way” a boy was saying, in a horrible winey voice, “not with your parents just t...ere, if they turn around they’ll see us.” It was two young teenagers, one boy one girl, and she was wearing a bright blue bikini, lovely juicy tits and small briefs that only just covered that little pussy. She had his cock out, holding that little limp feller in her left hand, pumping it more in desperation than anything else. He was a thin freckly lad, and. But she gleefully counted. Mike then told me to turn around and caned my ass thirty times. The pain was immense. I wouldn't be able to sit properly for days!Mike then tied my hands behind my back. "Make sure you watch every moment of me enjoying your wife's bod," he said. I nodded meekly. He commanded my wife to carry him like a baby Since he is short and light, my wife carried him easily. He draped his spindly legs around her waist and they began smooching with wild passion. My wife carried. Apart from being sisters, my mother didn’t have much in common with Aunt Stephanie, but that’s only natural when you think about it. By the time Aunt Stephanie was six, and still playing with dolls, my mother was already eighteen, legally an adult, and probably playing a different sort of game, with boys around her own age, so it was almost like they were from different generations. I was born when my mum was twenty-six, so Aunt Stephanie was only fourteen years older than me, but when you’re a. " Maybe I could tell you, at least about two, if you promise not to tell anyone, not even Lori," Hannah said. "Although I think she knows anyway." I don't spread gossip and tales, Hannah," I said, wondering who the two could be. "But don't feel you have to tell me about others." No, it's not about others, well one other," she said softly. "It's Jenny and me, we are, well, we are lesbians, we have done, well, lots of things together. And neither of us are really interested in guys, I mean not.