“Now your shorts.”Alison now had the scissors ready.The bulge in my shorts was growing. I peeled them down and off and was standing in the middle ...of the room, in my underpants, flanked by Alison and Penny, and watched by Barbara.“Alright, alright, I’ll do the washing up,” I said, surrendering.“Yes you will,” said Barbara, “but after we’ve punished you for refusing. We gave you every chance to do this the easy way. Remove your underpants.”I saw Alison with the scissors and grudgingly accepted. She sat there thinking a minute. I could tell she was thinking about how to tackle my knowing about her. I remained quiet to give her time to decide what her next move was going to be.“What are you going to do?” she asked.“What do you want me to do?” I ask in response.“Well, the first thing I don’t want you to do is tell my parents. If they knew, they’d both kill me. They already told me they would send me away to a boarding school if they caught me again.”“What would you suggest?” I asked. I was floored! There was Marcy Rhoades on the sofa naked crying and pushing something inside of herself!I stood watching for a few minutes. I didn't know that old people played with themselves. I mean she must have been closed close to thirty.Then she saw me standing there. She quickly stood and began pulling the things out of herself. They looked like dicks. She pulled two from her pussy, one from her mouth, and then another from her ass. I couldn't believe it she had four of them stuffed. As you begin to suck, you can hear me groan up above you, feel a wave pass through my entire body, as my prick pulses against your cheek, the tip moistening with thin fluid. After a moment, I withdraw my thumb, except for the tip, pressed against your lower teeth.We're both trembling now, as I run the slick head of my cock around your moist lips, still pried open with my thumb. I have to tug hard at your hair to keep you from engulfing me all at once. I ease my prick between your jaws, and.