Amy had recovered enough to roll over onto her side and was watching us, her faraway smile still present. I pushed Cindy off me and onto her back on ...he mattress. My intial reservations about popping her cherry were long gone and now I positioned my cock for the penetration. Cindy looked up at me with an expression that swayed between fear and excitement. Amy was stroking Cindy's damp forehead, leaning over and kissing her sister. I eased my cock in with as much gentleness as possible, but. I took no time in following her lead. As soon as the fabric was below her nipples my mouth and tongue latched onto them.There was one major problem; my cock. It was restrained by layers of, what was now, unwanted material. As I sucked on her nipples, my hands reached down to my trousers and I unbuckled my belt, undid the buttons and pulled my trousers apart. Angela stood up while I sucked her tits to allow me to push my trousers down around my thighs before she sat back down on my hardened. But what? I removed the hose quickly from my swimsuit bottom, as if I'd touched a hot stove, my hands shaking, trying to determine the cause of what had just happened. I directed the hose water against my leg. Nope. That wasn't it. Against my tummy. Nope, not there. It's lower? But what? Or where?Slowly, slyly, cautiously, I looked around to make sure no one was watching. My brain instinctively warned me that what I was doing wasn't quite "proper" and I might get in big trouble, but. I frankly found this prostate-empowerment far moretantalizing and enthralling than any pleasure I had ever receivedfrom... from him... from my pathetic husband.Tool. Fool. He couldn't see my scorn.I kept my cane in one hand and navigated myself up to sit against theheadboard of the bed, my legs spread, my free hand pulling his headbetween my legs. I unstrapped the gag."Lick me now, you flaming faggot!" I caned him as he began. I tried tomatch my caning and his licking stroke for stroke. It soon.