. they aren't embarrassed aboutwearing skirts. According to my history teacher, boys haven't ever wornpants for hundreds of years!" Yes, mistress, you...are correct. But such was your wish." I wanted them to be embarrassed! I wanted them to know what I felt likewhen they tried to look my skirt! Instead, they think wearing skirts isperfectly natural for boys!" But you didn't wish them to be embarrassed. You said you wished them towear skirts, and so they do." But ..." Your wish has been granted.. I watched from behind as her shapely round ass hovered over his hard thick cock. I could see her hand on his shaft and her pussy wet and dripping my cum and then watched that hard thick meat slip easily into her. She placed her hands on Scott’s chest and began moving up and down. He held one of her breasts in each hand as she moved faster and faster. From behind her I watched his cock plunge in and out of her, disappearing deep within her and then reemerging as she rose up again. His shaft. “I want to do it.” She opened her small, eager mouth, ready to take him whole again, when he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “That feels amazing, but why don’t you come on up here and take a short break.” He phrase it more as a gentle command than a suggestion. “Are-are you sure…? I can keep going, really…” She seemed a bit disappointed. “I’m sure you could, and it would be fantastic.” He softly grinned at her. “But I have another idea.” She quizzically looked at him as she stood up,. Missy was now sitting on the edge of my bed nude. I looked at her and said, “Missy, you can join me if you like.” Missy looked at me, smiled, and shook her head no. I knew why. She was letting the shock wear off.I headed to the shower and the steam felt good as I entered. I stood under the hot stream, letting the water droplets fall upon my still nervous body, hoping it would take some of the tension away. I would be lying if I said I was not thinking about how long my parents had been.