And I swear the woman came right there in my arms. She shook so hard only my hand holding her pulsating pussy kept her upright. ‘Well! I see you two... are getting along alright.’ I turned my head to see Karen standing there, her face flushed and her lovely chest heaving. It took a second to get the words out of my throat. ‘How long have you been there?’ I asked in what I know was a very shaky voice. ‘Oh long enough believe me.’ She said. ‘I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.’ She looked at. I also knew my cock was small in comparison to the other boys my age and I few pubes and did not have to shave often.I used to look at the girls and female teachers at my old school and have naughty thoughts but I knew I sometimes sneaked a look at other boys’ cocks in the showers. ( In the 70’s in rural England no one talked about bisexuals)I just thought I was odd. I was happy not to do Rugby or any other sport and it sounded like I would be helping others which sounded great.Saturday came. I felt his weight on the bed as he got behind me, pulling my hips up into the air while forcing my head down. I then felt something wet against my skin and realized that Joe was licking up and down my crack. I heard another scream and because Joe had forced me onto the bed facing the doorway, I could lift my head a little and look out the door. This time I could see more of what Liz and my wife were doing in the other bedroom. I could see Liz above my wife, her hips thrusting forward and. " Allison, even in her cups, realized that she probably couldn't keep them from doing such things. Certainly not with any more success than telling a teenager to stop masturbating. Born in 1915, she had endured all the cautionary advice about going blind, growing hair, and so many other things that she couldn't remember them all. Everybody knew it was a temptation for boys, but girls were NEVER to do such things or they would grow up to be sluts, whores, and worse."Does that mean Daddy won't be.