.very...slowly... letting my pussy lips glide over every inch of his hard cock just as my mouth did moments before. We heard the kids upstairs and kne... that our time was short. We couldn't stop now... but would they open the door and begin to descend into the basement? Should we stop and quickly dress?? We froze and intently listened for any sound that would give us a push into the direction we needed to go in...phew...they were walking away from the door. I quickly turned facing him and our. " He looked shocked and said, "really???". I told him, "yes, it is normal for boys to do that. It feels good."After assuring him it was normal, I asked if he ever had anyone "lick you on your weiner". He said no, but he plays with himself. I told him I play with myself all the time, and asked if he wanted to see how I did it. He said sure, so I took it out and started playing. I asked him to join along, and it was so cute how he took his between just his thumb and middle finger and went. (She had 34C boobs.) Once the movie started, we were holding hands and watching the movie (We hold hands most of the time). This time I planned to make a move.I slowly put my hand over her shoulder. She leaned on me, showing her cleavage again. I slowly placed my arms near her boobs and started caressing her. She understood what I was up to and directly asked me to take my handoff. I was pretty disappointed, and I started watching the movie.She again leaned on me. I was having a tough time. In the next, he was the wet and willing partner, and a very puzzled version of himself looked down at him from a mouthful of nipple.Instantly, Clay knew why Joan went insane every time he sucked her nipples - his crotch was on fire! Joan winked down at him from her new skin, and began to apply herself with gusto to sucking and liking his/her nipples and caressing his/her skin. Clay writhed, he needed something, oh God, he needed to be fucked!He had always thought he'd cut off his own head.