“Hmmm,” mused Frankie, “ I guess, seeing you pissed yourself while standing, you are a boy ... well, technically, anyway. But a boy who’d do t...hat just because girls told him to ... well, he’s not so much a boy as a sissy.”“A panty pissy-sissy, at that.” snorted one of Frankie’s mates. “ And a real show-off too.”“That’s right, Millie!” grinned Frankie. “ And he hasn’t shown off enough yet. Those wet underpants of his are gross. I think he should lose them ... RIGHT NOW!”They didn’t wait for. Janice was mumbling something, but luckily I knew she was a heavy drinker, so it would only take a bit of convincing.Going into a very confident walk, I approached the chair and established myself between her legs very quickly; her face seemed confused, so I showed her what I was all about.Placing some hands behind her backside, I leaned in and grinded along the thin veil she called pants. Her moans signaled that my attempt was working quite well, as she grasped my thighs hard against her.After. Her blouse was gray, with puffed out sleeves and collar so high that you cold see almost none of her neck. Her long, plaid skirt was woolen, though it hugged her hips in a most sensual way. Her jewelry was plain, only a single gold band worn on her left hand identical to the one on mine. So engrossed was she with her work, that she barely noticed my approach, not even looking up until I stood almost above her. As she looked up her blouse parted, and for an instant I caught a glimpse of her. I was being played with (and probably was being blown), but Jenny was on top of me and Mark was still several feet away. Then I had a moment of realization. Lisa had returned and was joining the fun!Just as I became aware of Lisa’s presence, Jenny let loose with a little gasp and, “Oh my god, oh my god, Yessss!” and she came with a shudder. A few seconds later and she rolled over onto the mattress next to me.Now I could see Lisa working on me. She was kneeling between my spread legs and had my.