That evening Mom had made us go to Mrs. Hannigan’s house with Kiwi. Vicki Waxerman made goo-goo eyes at Kiwi. She thought he had a delightful “Pos... British” accent. Kiwi stopped trying to explain he was from New Zealand after the third try. Vicky’s Aunt was making her study the dictionary. They didn’t even own a Television. It was so primitive over in their house. It smelled like mothballs and old antiques.We received a dog cage from them big enough that the three of us could pile in. Most. She grinned when she saw George kneeling by the sofa, naked. She strode into the living room, tore open the cigarettes, and lit one. The cigarette relaxed her, and she smiled, looking down at him and seeing the cock cage.?Get me a soda, slave.??Yes ma’am.? George got up, poured Lucy a soda, put the glass on the coffee table, and knelt back down by the sofa.Lucy picked up the glass and took a few sips. ?Thank you slave.?George looked up. Lucy was beautiful sitting on the sofa. ?You’re welcome,. The name of thestory was "Heaven is you kiss cock". I thought that was the mosterotic thing I'd ever read.All through the next few years, I masturbated. Often. And swallowedmy own cum. Always. And wore panties, and my mini stockings. After awhile, when reading the Penthouse mags, I began to be more inclined toread the gay stories. Of course I was burdened by the standard socialmoral Christian prevailing attitudes, so gay anything was THE mostrisqu? that my brain could imagine. Society. If you're feeling like it, we could go back to Yui's apartment", half-joked Emi, seeing an opportunity that she knew Yui would completely be on board with.Lynn's beautiful almond eyes looked deep into both Yui's and Emi's as she thought about her next move."Let's go. Can my sister come too?"Emi and Yui's heads were almost spinning at the thought."Y-yes, of course", one of them heard the other saying.On the floor of Yui's apartment was her big shagpile rug, the one that she would often lay on.