“Up boy!” she said.Duke jumped on the bed and immediately rolled over, his hard cock exposed to his master. He was ready for what he thought was c...ming next.“You little devil! I never said the magic words! I never said ‘Bitch-Hand-Job!’”Duke sat up and barked, recognizing those special words. His cock was poking out of his sheath, getting longer, and fatter.“Oops! Did I say it again, Duke?” Claire teased. “Did I say Bitch-Hand-Job? Did I boy?” “Bark! Bark!” Duke said and lapped at Claire’s. ”“That’s very kind of you. Do you really think so?”“Yes, I do... Objectively speaking”“Objectively.” She smiled. Then she leaned all the way into my personal space and gave me a peck on the lips.Our eyes locked and she did it again.And then I gave her a peck on the lips back.Then we moved together and kissed, properly this time, our lips locking together. Within a few seconds our tongues were starting to explore each others’ mouths, as we fell into a full on embrace. Our hands began to. She had gotten adventurous the last few times and she had me fuck her in the ass. She enjoyed it and had expressed several times that she would want to do two guys at once. Madison and Amelia hadn't gotten to that stage yet. Grace arrived at my house wearing very limited clothing. Grace had on short shorts with a sports tank top on with a sports bra on underneath. Grace found us upstairs in my room just hanging out. She climbed into my bed between Marcus and I. Marcus and I were wearing simply. We were commiserating with each other about men's clothing in general and the present style in particular. Because the Dean was chunkier and shorter, he was even more distressed than I was. Diane was still fussing with Abby's last minute dress details. I had already looked the other girls over and given them my approval. Every one of them told me that my new clothes looked wonderful. About some things, you just couldn't believe a female, regardless of age.But at least they were appropriately.