Almost in unison they threw their upper leg across me so that I became a ‘body pillow’ trapped between their legs. My shoulders were against their... vulvas and with my arms crossed I could place two fingers in the area of their clit. With their rubbing against me, it seems we all approved of the arrangement. In the morning Amy was the first to get up. I rolled over and faced who I thought was Jenny and she used her leg over my body to pull my face into her vulva. I found her clit and it popped. "Mom, are you sure my hair looks okay?"Mom laughed. "After we brush it out and spray it, it will look just likeJanet's!" That made me smile because Janet's hair looked really pretty today.Mom brushed out my hair and it started to change. It bounced more and whenshe put in a white plastic headband it started looking like Janet's. My bangscombed forward and this nice fluffy hair with a curl at the end hanging down.Then mom found a large white bow and clipped it in the back of my hair. Ireally. I went backto the bedroom and started to wonder what bra and panties would be mostcomfortable to work in. I really did not want to wear anything thatwould ride up my butt all day, but on the other hand everything else wasplaced up my butt on purpose. I decided that I would give thongs anotherchance and picked out a white thong with a pink bow sewn into the front.It had a matching bra with the same pink bow sewn between cups. Ilaughed at the site of them. I was sure I was going to look like. For the most part, I fall into the passive category although I've been known to employ passive-aggression when I think it'll get me what I want. Sometimes I can be a real butt, that way. Growing up in a household where the consequence of even the most innocent error was a smack across the side of the head, I learned early in life that passive behavior and a low profile were the keys to survival.My older brother never did learn that lesson. He was aggressive to the point of open defiance of our.