His fingers part her pussy lips, entering her very wet hole. She moans and slightly moves her legs apart. He grabs the waistband of her shorts and pan...ties, pushing them all the way down.Now, when he is standing in front of her, his cock is pressing against her. She grabs his cock and starts to rub the head between her wet lips and over her hard clit. She tries to slip the head of his cock into her wet pussy, but can't quite get it in. She puts her arms over his shoulders and raises one leg.. They opened the oil bottle and the boy poured oil over the backs and butt of both girls. The masseuse then went to work standing at the head of the table slowly rubbing the oil from their shoulders to their bum and kneading each ass cheek as they reached there. After a while of this they moved to their legs starting from their feet till their hips upwards, one hand on the outside, and the other on the inside of their legs. When it reached the top their fingers brushed against their pussy. The. "Why not," quipped Mistress Lynn.All three of them approached me and began to remove my clothing.Their hands probed, pinched, fondled and slapped as they removedeach garment. I was their plaything. The game was really fun forthem. It was becoming exciting for me."My God, her clit is swelling again. Doesn't she ever getenough?"Mistress Lynn ordered me to take a cold shower, rather than thehot bath I was really looking forward to taking. Naked, I retreatedto the bathroom. The cold water sent. Now for two years there had been no man for them, not that they had wanted one in the beginning, but by now they were sorely missing the joys of a happy bedroom.Cynthia looked upon the dour countenances of her mother and grandmother and for the first time asked a question, she had wanted to ask ever since she was old enough to formulate it. Cynthia was now in seventh grade at Linden Avenue Middle School. She was twelve years old and her brain was on fire.Mom, Gran, how did it happen? I mean how.