Massage your bum and mock the tameness of your porn

Shit! You knew you should have locked the door! Too late now, you try to stand up facing away from the door, trying to pinch your willy back into flaccidity as you push your foreskin back onto the glans. You succeed, if only just, right as the three girls barge in to enjoy your juicy posterior.

"Oh my," Christie begins, "he's so kind, giving us a clear of his bum."

"It's amusing how he was wanking to Bob the Builder knickers," your sister scoffs, "I guess he couldn't handle a naked girl now that he's in the same boat."

"It's such a shame," Penny continued, "going through all of his clothes was such good fun. I especially liked going through each pair of underpants and rubbing their fabric - much better than that Bob the Builder crap."

Your member starts perking back up at the mention of the girls going through each of your clothes. Before long, you start feeling a pair of hands massage your boyish bum, and another reach around you and start massaging your abs. Much to your consternation, you feel the cardigan on the arms grating themselves on your abs, meaning the girls are still fully dressed.

"By the way," your sister begins, almost in a whisper, "mum and dad will be home in about fifteen minutes. I should probably heat up dinner, and the girls might get going."

Your heart drops, especially as the girlish hands retreat from your body. You can't fathom going to dinner in the nude, not in front of your parents.