"We are boys... or we were," Leslie said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss Aidyn's jaw. "Over time we've become a little bit different." With that, she placed her hands on the back of the punk-boy's neck, pulling him firmly towards her chest -- what little of it there was, anyway.<br/><br/>Lindsay had a different idea. Not satisfied with simple rubbing, she slithered down onto the carpet, a warm, throaty groan of anticipation burbling from her throat. Soft, and easy at first, the girl's tongue carefully, adoringly massaged up along Aidyn's cock, wetting the entire thing before she nestled at the tip, kissing and suckling tenderly at the sensitive glans.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>