This was starting to feel pretty good to me for some reason, the cute little clothes hugging me so tight. I slipped the strappy top over the bra and ...looked up to see Alex and Chris nodding in appreciation. “Sorry we didn’t have any guys clothes, but actually these fit pretty well, “ said Chris, “in fact I’d go so far as to say they suit you, he said with a grin, turning to Alex. “Oh yea, said Alex, Cute,” he added with a twinkle, and his stiffening hard on seemed to agree. There was one. Instead I flipped the quarter towards my dad.He fielded it neatly, then cursed and dropped it. "Damn, that's hot!" I could see him sucking on his fingers.I started pulling on the dirt, more of it. "Help me," I said simply.He saw what I was doing and silently went and got a paper grocery bag from the cupboard and started stuffing the crud from under the fridge in it. "Some of this is pretty warm," Dad said, his voice thoughtful.I handed him some of the charred material. He swallowed, looked at. My front wasn't invulnerable either as I felt several hands tickle myscrotum or stroke my constantly hard boy clit. It wasn't enough to getme to squirt my sissy cream but I could feel pre-cum oozing out of thetip. I giggled when I watched one man as he pulled his cream coveredfinger from under my skirt and dip them into his wine glass. I didn't know why April would have found this attention offensive. Iloved every minute of it. I could also see why my mother talked sofondly about her time as a. "Oh SHIT!!! This slut is tight...no way I'm going to last long in her little hole," the muscular black man yelled out, keeping himself buried inside of me.I was now as full as I had ever been. I had probably 7 and a half inches of thickest cock you can imagine, lodged in my backdoor. What was most shocking to me was that other than the dull ache from the entrance to my hole...it didn't hurt. In fact, it may have been the most intense, greatest feeling I'd ever had. It felt as if he'd.