Together they dove for the bed, sliding down on their stomachs, their skirts riding up on their thighs."Okay, start," Diane said immediately, "and don...t leave anything out!" Maybe should make you pay me for this," Anita teased, holding back."No!" her friend whined, grabbing her arm and tugging on it to prove her eagerness. "Come on, I'm dying!"Anita laughed and wrestled with Diane a little bit."Okay, okay. Well, was coming from here and thinking about my dad, you know? And, like, was still. She reached out and fondled my balls. I closed my eyes at her touch. ' Aren't you funny', she said.I opened my eyes and stared at her. 'What do you mean, 'Funny' ?' I demanded." No I don't mean funny like that. I mean different. From me I mean. I think it's beautiful. And so strange and... and proud.'To my astonishment Barbara flung her arms round my thighs, pressed her face close in between my legs and nuzzled her nose into my scrotum, kissing my balls and the base of my cock.' You smell nice,. I didn’t intend to bully you. I just want you to think about the girl. See if you can bring yourself to give her some attention. You obviously enjoyed what you did with her last weekend – perhaps as much as she did!”“Sister ... Sarah ... I will think about it. I may have a chat with Fifty-nine myself. But I want to get things straight in my mind first.”“That’s good enough for me, Reg. I trust you to work out what’s right in your own mind and do it, whichever way that goes. Is there anything you. I didn't argue. I was just hopeful we could find a boy I could give a glimpse to.We started our hunt in the local pub. There were a couple of cute guys in their early twenties. I was interested, but my husband said they were too old. I began to worry, and had to ask him just what age he had in mind. His response was sixteen or seventeen. I have to admit, far from being revolted, I was actually turned on.Our next step was McDonald's. The moment we walked in I knew we'd hit the jackpot. There.