Would you pretend to be Grandad?’I suddenly lose interest in the fireworks. ‘Wow, great idea.’You pull away from me and start to dance up and do...n with excitement. ‘Cool. Can I wear my school uniform? He never took his eyes of me when I was in uniform. I think it was his favourite.’ You giggle. ‘And you must change into your pjs.’‘OK, but why? Grandad always wore a suit.’‘Not always.’ You blush. ‘I wasn’t being completely honest with you. Once, something happened that changed my mind. One day,. Our parents suggested that we get a flat together, because flats in central London were so expensive. The first couple of days were fun. I know everybody hate moving and packing but with Cherry, it was fun. I would get to massage and kiss her feet at the end of every day. The sweatier her feet go the better they smelled. It was getting harder and harder to control myself. She was a tease, always brushing and sometimes pressing her toes on my lips knowing could not refuse. She would walk around. .. no panties. Her legs were spread apart and Mason could clearly see in the recesses of the skirt the tangle of her pubic hair and the slit that ran from her mound to her secret opening. The shock was colossal. Mason froze, unsure of what he was seeing, unsure if it was real, unsure what he should say or what his next move should be. He had slept in a loose fitting black brief which quickly filled without any effort on his part.Emily saw the rise in the front of his brief and broke the silence. For a second he thought the connection must have gone down then teeth and tongue appeared. Ray was kissing Vee around the ball gag. ‘That’s gross,’ he thought and was so surprised that he bit his own gag enough to change the camera and suddenly he was looking at the top of Ray’s fly. The navel cam. He began to appreciate just how big Ray was. Inevitably his agile mind went into calculator mode: Veronica is petite and, even with the heels, she’s probably only five-five. Her navel is five inches.