By the time she reached fourteen - I was sixteen then - every boy in school was probably jerking off in bed each and every night while thinking about ...er, and that included myself.Then six months before my father was to announce to us that we were going to move into the Buffalo area, he went on another of his fishing expeditions - father is a fishing addict - for a weekend with a few of the men he was working with.Mother, Nicole and myself were left alone at home. Even though I was dying to. We had brought a bottle and some soda with us and I made a drink as hubby sat on the bed. He turned on the TV and turned off the lights so as to have just enough light for what he had planned. It was around 9 PM and after our first drink, I went to the bathroom and removed all my clothes but had taken a pair of high heels in with me and then walked out to make us another drink. He loves to see my buttocks pushed up by wearing the high heels and it makes me so excited knowing he is watching. He'd made me get horny!No. I'd done all of those things. I couldn't get past the thought thatif somebody else had been moving my body I would know. The priorprobabilities pointed strongly to this being a psychological test, Yungwas just trying to work out how gullible I was.But still. If I had been controlled, how would I know? Could I somehowtest it from the inside? Maybe if I decided to do something -- or notdo something -- I could tell if I was being controlled. If I actuallydid do it, then. All the while I was caressing her thighs. I continued this for a good while. When Flo moaned and elevated her knees, I knew it was time to move on. I love that sensitive triangle of flesh, just above the pussy and below the navel. I moved to caress that area with my lips. As I did so, I noticed Bren was massaging her breasts right thru the T shirt. I told Flo, “please don’t suck my cock now. It will make me cum to soon.” I straddled her face and leaned forward. Blowing soft warm breath into.