I quickly shoved my dick back and we went off to my room. I knew the movie would take another hour. So I quickly latched my door and I took Akshata in... my arms and kissed her. She was so turned on now especially knowing that only a wall separated my parents from us. Our tongues were fighting with each other as my hands pressed her bum.I slowly moved my finger into her arsehole too and tried entering it. She stopped me saying it is too painful. So I then quickly threw her on my bed, pulled her. I told him with my eyes what I wanted, then with words."Oh babe please let him suck you're cock. It would be so sexy. You don't have touch him."Reluctantly he allowed it. I locked eyes with him once in awhile looking down at the man sucking his cock."Oh fuck it's so sexy"! I moaned. I could see James was starting to enjoy it and would close his eyes every now and thin giving into the pleasure."That's it baby let go and enjoy it. You look so good with his mouth on your cock." He looked at me and. The foul old prelate claimed that she was his niece. There were a few choked laughs, and he glared and narrowed his piggy eyes.We decided that the poor girl needed our help, and our stiff cocks in fact, so we laid siege and within a month were taking turns helping her on shopping trips every Wednesday morning.I was third in line after handsome Gary and the ever-polite Brian had escorted her, taken her to lunch, walked in the park and in Brian's case stolen a sweet kiss and the barest touch of. My anatomy is weird, and so is my brain. Phallic bits of plastic (or glass or wood or organically harvested rainbows or whatever the newest fad is) just don’t inspire me. They don’t reach the right spots. Doesn’t matter if they are realistic enough for you to think some dude must be sitting in a bathtub full of ice right now crying inconsolably, or if they look like something that modern art installation enthusiasts might buy for half a million dollars. Shape, color, texture, size, function – I.