. that wonderful uncontrollable 'downward glance' that let us know William was quite aware of our now 'fully-developed' bodies! ____We'd actually talk...ed about him at length during our leisurely stroll across town. (Talked about HIS LENGTH as well!) It was very entertaining to think that this guy had fucked both our moms, and was now single again! The poor guy... he'd just had his 42nd birthday. I remember because mom scratched the date out of June on our calendar.Becky and I compared notes: Our. I am sure men regard 'Jail-Bait' as amongst the most desirable, well we girls who are 'Jail-Bait', believe that to be the case, so when you feel desired, you get wet in your pussy, and your tiny cotton knickers reflect that desire, as I am sure you lucky men who have taken school girls knickers down, can attest to our sweetish tasting secretions, in the crotch soakings of our discarded knickers. I can remember once standing naked from the waist down against a cold brick wall, my knickers and. What I see there is of no great surprise to me. Billy, my male slave, is kneeling on the floor, sitting on his heels, with his arms behind him propping him up. His glorious cock would normally be proudly displayed in this position, except that Christine, my female whore, has it buried balls deep in her mouth. I can hear her slurping on it, sucking it hard, like she likes to suck me. Billy’s eyes are rolled back in his head, which is no surprise again, as Christine is an amazing little. . the sweet smell of sexual musk, her hair brushing me, then Ben’s sliding into her. I dunno, seeing Ben penetrating a pussy really does things in my head, like I imagine him doing it to me, on top of whatever’s happening to me at the time. Right now, the ‘whatever’ is Bink.One problem we don’t have is sex.Another problem we don’t have is compatibility. In the aftermath of some lovely love-making, we arranged ourselves together, took a bit of a nap, discussed itinerary over sandwiches for.