I didn't share my secret with him that it was the biggest fantasy of mine. It was a fantasy, not because I wanted to be with him, or watch him fucking... but because I wanted to watch the girl. Watch her fuck and suck and let herself go to the situation. I wanted to see her covered in cum, see her lap at our cocks hungrily, to take it in turns opening up her pussy for us. That is what turned me on. The thought of a girl being a complete and utter slut.Even though we had joked about it with this. Her mother had called that she was real sick. Sue told her shecould go and figured the girls would have to do their own shampoos.Then she got an inspiration. She led Jake over to the sink area andshowed him the two shampoos they usually used and explained thedifference between the two. She told him he could do the shampoosuntil Anna got back. He wanted to rebel but he couldn't bring himself to telling herhe wouldn't do it. Ten minutes later he was doing his firstshampoo. He did a good job and. She could call that friend she has an arrangement with, but Susan senses this aching requires a more urgent intervention. Tracing her right hand towards the patch of hair that marks the start of her labia, Susan decides that this is definitely going to be a solo adventure. One finger pushes its way past her neatly maintained pubis, and onto her clit. Hmmm. The wetness of the water is very different to the slickness of her vulva. Susan makes small, decisive circular movements around her clit. The weight of the breastforms pulled on the straps of the bra, making me very aware of the way they bounced and felt. The color of them matched my skin tone so closely! Combined with my now wider hips, which made the skirt sway even more, they made me realize even more just how much I wanted to be a girl. "Now don't you look so much better!" I stood, silent as she looked at me, my head down, deep in shame. "You think this is cruel don't you?" I still hung my head in shame until she prodded me.