They just shook their heads and went up to their rooms.But my father was shocked. Long before, he had put up with Mother dressingme in a sissyish way.... But when I was seven or eight, as it seemed to begetting worse, he had been preparing to put a stop to it. He had beenrelieved to see that it seemed to have stopped without him havingintervened. That had been five years earlier. He knew I was still a bitof a Mama's boy, preferring to be with her than to play hockey with my fourbrothers, but. Deb shaves her twat and that’sreally the only way I can tell their juicy slitsapart. They even taste alike and their lips are thesame shade of passion red and they have identical hardclits that cause them to squeal with delight as Inibble the buttons.The first time I had them was the New Year’s party Imentioned. My girlfriend of two years had left me so Iwent to my sister’s party by myself. I drank way toomuch and passed out cold. I woke up to the pleasurablefeeling of wet. "Then sit in your chair. You have been tied there, your hands behind your back." Sharon's hands flew to obey his instructions her arms suddenly rigid as if locked in place. "Ropes around your belly and your chest pull you back against the chair." Oh!" muttered Sharon as she threw herself backwards against the seat back."Ropes around your knees and across your lap hold you there, more around your ankles fix them to the chair legs."Again Sharon moved mimicking the effects of ropes pulling her. You gently caress my neck and face and lightly run your finger across my lips. As I part them you bend over and press your lips against mine, your tongue searching deep inside my mouth. I moan as I feel your hands squeezing and mashing my breasts through the thin material of my lacy bra. I can feel you taking my hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger gently pinching them. I reach behind and unfasten the catch of my bra. You remove it and immediately move your attention to my breasts.