Ladies, please begin to masturbate."My stomach sank. Not this! I would rather be fucked by that dildo again. At least then it was someone doing it to ...e, not me doing it to myself. But like a good girl, (I wasn't feeling very 'good') my hand slid under my shirttail and began playing with my slit. We were in a small circle surrounded by the others, so it was easy for everyone to see whatever they wanted to see. Most people were looking at the three girls who had worn dresses, as their pussies. Sure, Sid, I responded. What is it? Well, we are members of a unique neighborhood seniors group. He paused briefly, and then continued, Lynn and I would like to encourage you to participate, as well. Seniors group? I asked, somewhat bewildered. What kind of seniors group? A neighborhood bridge club or something like that? The two of them chuckled. Well, not exactly, said Sid. Lynn, do you want to tell them a little more about our little group and what makes it unique? Well, Dave, Lynn said,. When we got to her place she asked me if I wanted to come in for a coffee. I said yes. I went in her house with her. She asked her maid to make a tea for me. Her maid was also a hotie. Dark and great boobs. She was around 5’3 . Bit short but. Would love to fuck her. Nisha told me that she would change and come back. When she came back she was wearing a nightie with buttons in front from top to bottom. I could clear see that she was not wearing a bra. Her boob has huge and hanging down. He maid. Then everything fell apart, Mom left to go into the kitchen, when she returned she was carrying a cake, no problems so far, it had lit candles on it, as you would expect. Everyone started singing happy birthday towards me, then Mom put the cake on the table, I leaned forward to blow out the candles, everyone was now looking at the cake.I looked past the candles and read the piped icing on the top, ‘congratulations to the new teenager.’ my face froze, my friends who were beside me, couldn’t help.