The succubuscaressed each hemisphere of the boy's ample scrotum, balancing it with itstwig-like fingers. Inside its feeder, the boy's penis twitched. ...Hischeeks were very flushed, his nostrils flared, his hips began to buck andmake light thrusting motions. The succubus had to adjust itself to keep itsfeeding duct positioned--the boy's penis jutted from between his legslike a sundial.There was no preceding intake of breath, no sharp gasp or grunt to mark thebeginning of ejaculation, just a splash. It was crowded inside but as soon as the door closed she kissed me, hungrily pressing her tongue up against mine. Despite a couple of weird looks neither of us gave a shit - Sarah’s blatant come on had me wanting more.Tugging at my hand we headed straight for the first empty stall that became available. “What sluts!” someone said as she softly pushed me in but I couldn’t care less. Sarah slipped off my shirt and bra and quickly forced my erect nipples into her mouth. The sight of another woman. She put her pantyhose on , got these black pointy stilletos and walked away, turning the lights off. I could not het those images out of my head, I heard the garage door open with her driving car away.I saw the following Sunday while we were just getting back from our different jogs around the neighborhood, she was wearing this black tights and a long sports bra that did not hide her two nipples "standing up." Said hello and kept our routines going.These events happened every single Friday. Refocusing on the thin lace bra I realized that the front clasp was thedifference and after a moment found myself clicking it into place. NextI slipped the short heels on. Betsey's size was actually a bit largerthan my own. The two were still making noise when I stepped into theadjacent bath and saw Syn lipstick and perfume. I didn't pause to thinkas I sprayed some onto my wrists and then applied the pink color to mylips. My hair I tousled a bit as I looked in the mirror. I saw theirreflection.