Both of them ... With each other...”Mom stumbled out of the living room. I heard her slippers whisk on the linoleum in the kitchen. The sliding glas...s door screeched open and then closed. I flinched. She always went out there to calm down when we did something wrong, to smoke a cigarette and try to relax before she punished us.“We’re in a lot of trouble,” Keily whispered.“I’m sorry,” I squeaked, the tears falling faster. I shoved my nightgown over my cock. “You tried to warn me.”Keily shook her. So she will wear a blouse and only then come out from the bathroom. I used to sleep next to her in bed. So everyday I waited for her to sleep. Then I put my hands on her naked hips and caress. I would be very cautious not to wake her up. I would slowly caress her hip and sometimes kiss it too. Bad luck when she doesn’t wear saree.In those times, I will see her smooth white legs and kiss and lick it. All this stopped when I got too horny and did this for a long time. She found out. But when she. This was great! The other womyn were still sporting 'girlish' hair do's but that would change in time, she was confident. Gretchen hadn't started a club; she had founded a movement!She stood behind the small podium and the chatter in the room quickly died. All eyes were on her, seeking her guidance, her leadership. She was more than ready to give it."My Sisters! My Fellow Womyn! Welcome once again to the weekly planning meeting of the Campus Feminists. In this humble room, a revolution has. The feeling of the string, nestled between her asscheeks, a constant reminder of her humiliation.It isn’t long before the first guy shows up. Bill, an odious fat man that Donna had always found repulsive.She opens the door and curtsies. Contritely saying, “If it pleases sir, I am here to serve all of sir’s needs.”The ugly man grins and unabashedly reaches out to squeeze her left boob. His fingers grasping the bountiful amount of cleavage her costume shows off. Her large tits nearly spilling.