He would just stop for a few seconds and grab or lick the tip really hard and rough. I usually don’t do this to myself, but it felt amazing. It woul...d send like mini orgasms through me. I ran my hands through his hair and grabbed the back of his neck. After a little bit, I reached over to his crotch and tried getting into his pants. He had a belt on, so I had to work that off, but the pants were easy to unclip and unzipper. I grabbed his cock and started playing with it for a little bit. Because. When Grandpa pulled out of my ass, Mom dove straight to it and starting sucking. Then Grandpa went over to my Dad who had been just watching us and was stroking his hard cock slowly. Grandpa bent over and suck Dad's huge cock deep into his throat. I had never seen another man suck a man's cock but grandpa was sure sucking on Dads hard cock. I watched as Grandpa swallowed it all. I didn't think anyone other than Mom could do that. Dad grabbed Grandpa's head in his hands and started slamming his. His mouth dropped."You didn't think you could fool me, did you?" her glare was hard.Emma thought silently for a moment. How did she see through this? "Ummmm, no ma'am." What is your real name, boy?" Ian." Well Ian, you should disguise your growing adam's apple if you're going to pass as a girl. What made you want to dress up as one anyway?" It was my fault," Carol jumped in."You shush," Armes snapped. "I'm talking to Ian here." I didn't want to be sent to a boys compound," he admitted. "Carol. . Like the SlaveGirls, -whom I am coming to resemble more each day. The waters here havedyed my skin copper-colored, my facial and body hair have not re-appearedsince that awful soaping, and my breasts and bottom have swollen out totruly impressive dimensions!Also noted: My gait seems to be a permanent, simpering, swishing, tip-toeing mince, and I flutter my hands in an exaggeratedly femininemanner--again, just like the Slave Girls. My hair is longer and jet-black.In short, the only difference.