We dressed, went back to reading comics, then I went home.That night, I was lying in bed thinking about what we had done, gently stroking my cock, and...erupted with one of the biggest cums I had ever had.We continued to play on occasions, and started trying on his mum's slips and bras, but we never masturbated each other. On one occasion we dressed in my sister's things and I unintentionally ejaculated which we both found funny.Time went on and we grew up, discovered girls (real ones!), both. .. seem to think this is a drafting class. Your pencils are too hard and ground to too fine a point.”And so it went on. He hit every single one of us with our ‘isms’ as he called them. He’d pointed them out often enough. Everyone cringed as we waited for him to turn his pointy finger at us. But even I didn’t expect the criticism he directed at Mary. He’d always seemed to avoid directing too much of his wrath at her. This time, though, he went directly to the point. “You can’t draw a straight. Wetting her middle finger with her saliva, she thrust it up my bottom-hole, and worked in unison with the suction of the knob, and the frigging of the root of my prick with the other hand. I had a most exquisite and copious discharge, the pleasure being greatly enhanced by the action of the finger up my fundament. My charming mistress swallowed all I could give her, and did not cease sucking until the last drop had exuded from my throbbing prick.I was obliged to be satisfied with this, and my. Curious, I would bend her up on our tiny little bed until her legs were bouncing against my shoulders. With her in the shape of an 'L', I found I could make that last plunge inside and touch this strange alcove. There, my baby-maker seemed to find a new home, even tighter, warmer, and more welcoming than ever before. Unknown to me, I was directly inside her fertile womb. Then I released my tidal wave of cum, flooding it with baby-making sperm.The only variety in our daily life was a night when.