It was only when we went out together shopping that I’d point out the more sexy ones. Pam complained that thongs just disappeared up your bum crack ...and lacy ones just caught everything. Her daughter on the other hand, wow, hers were the most briefest of things. She had one that was a thong front and back, almost.Now I ought to point out that living with Pam and her daughter was weird. Pam tried to please us both and poor thing was always caught in the middle, and whilst you all know, sex. I don't know how it happened, but my name was down for the "tummy kisses". It was a variation on that old game where two people went into a closet for seven minutes, except I was to stay in the "closet".The day came, and I was feeling no pain by the time rolled around when we were supposed to start. I was drunk. Everyone was by best friend. My first visitor in the closet was a girl we call "Yess Bess". I recognized her voice. Now, Bess wasn't exactly fat, but I might go with "thick". She. It's not me, she doesn't know me. She says my name, "Johnny" in the sweetest way and I melt, I absolutely come apart. Objectification, I am an object, like a photo spread; ass, tit, pussy, cock, two pussies, hole. I am a guy in jeans with a nice cock that likes to get pegged. It's never, "Johnny, how was your day?" or "Johnny, what about the starving c***dren in India?" No, it's just, "what a sexy back." or "you can really wear a pair of jeans." And I love it. I come cheap. Fiona can take me. I bent forward a little more offering more of myself to him. He now had full access to my pussy. My legs quivered a little as I anticipated my coming fate. I suddenly felt the tip of his cock against my pussy lips and I tried to relax my entire body – always a tough thing to do when standing spread-eagle in a pair of slutty heels!! Soon his cock head had entered me and it felt warm and comfortable, filling the void left by the fake cock. The pressure was the same as when I used a dildo so I was.