. that's it... yes..." She watched him with obedient eyes as she slowly slid up and down several spit-covered inches of his massive pole.She was capti...ating in her crisp white blouse, plaid skirt, wool knee socks, black 'Mary Jane' shoes, and a pretty red ribbon in her long brown hair. They were resplendent on a bare, brand new Simmons Beautyrest mattress in the middle of the room, supported by a platform of plastic milk crates."I guess love means never having to say 'box spring,' am I right?". What I would have considered sick before our party I now considered sexy and erotic. We all took pleasure wearing them in public. It was out own sexy secret.The next package we got in the mail was our first royalty check. It was forwarded to us from an out of state mailbox. It was from a site called 'Fuck'n Good Games'. We wanted to look it up but something in our conditioning would not allow us to type that in. From what we could deduct, Mark had turned our evening of pleasure into a game and. I began my attack by placing a tender kiss on the small of her back, just above the top of her crack. The girl sighed again but hardly responded. She gasped aloud though, when I pressed my face between her cheeks and flicked her asshole with my tongue."Holy -- what the --? Stanley!!" Phillipa cried out in alarm.I ignored her protests about hygiene and ran over the rim of her puckered hole with the tip of my tongue. I wasn't stupid -- I wasn't going to penetrate her backdoor. Not with my tongue,. I want to look my best. I just started a diet. Actually me and my mom both." She's looking to bring his eyes back to her?" Nah. She knows better. She wants some of her own fun." She told you?" We talk about pretty much everything except ... She had a hard time having kids, had a bunch of miscarriages before and after me. She always wanted a daughter to share being female with. She used to dress me up until Dad got pissed. She continued without his knowledge." You're not a transvestite are you?".