He picked at his finger nails."Yeah?" I replied. He hesitated."Have you... Never mind..." He said. I looked at him. "What Casey? You can ask me. I... won't judge you, man."He glanced at me. "Have you ever, you know, thought about, um, doing stuff," He gestured to his cock, "With other guys." He seemed really nervous. "Maybe a few times. Why?" I tried to make it not awkward."I was just wondering, if you'd want to try it with me..?" He said the last part quietly. I thought about how Casey. “That’s it, slut. Fuck my snatch with your nasty tongue.”I whimpered into her slit as I felt he lean forward, hands resting on my small tits, flattening my stiff nipples with her palms and digging her nails into my soft flesh sending jolts of g through my chest. Toes curling, my feet lifted off the floor as she forced a sharp gasp of pain from me, digging her fingers suddenly harder.“That’s for letting my husband fuck you. And this-“ I felt my nipples being twisted hard. “Is for blowing him in. When he was close enough she said, "Give it to me." He handed it to her and I watched as she took the end from my uncle's mouth and inserted it inside herself. I expected her to have a hard time putting it in, there is no way on earth I thought that fat thing would go in her, yet I watched as she pulled the head in and then slowly begin to fuck it in and out going deeper with every pull.She then said, "In your mouth, baby. Do it. You know what I want." I watched as Uncle John picked up the. “Come on, Sarah, move over.” Marie prodded and poked me. I wanted to answer her in a normal voice, but the voice that came out, high-pitched with a sense of fear and urgency, was child-like.“I can’t move my legs!”“Can you feel your legs? If you can then it’s nothing, just your orgasm. Can you feel this?” Marie moved down Ken and reached over to my feet. She tickled the soles of my feet.“Aaaahhhhhkkk! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Marie, stop it!” I felt that all right, but I couldn’t move my.