I could feel her smile, as her face was still pressed against my back. She knew what she was doing. Switching it up, she dropped her right hand and ...ressed it between my now throbbing cock and my right thigh. Teasing me yet again. I wanted her. My mind was spinning and my heart was racing as she massaged my nipples with her left hand. I reached my hands back and tried to gently move her around my body. ****** I wanted to kiss those lips that pressed into my back. I wanted to force my tongue. Leaving the library, he strolled through the corridors of his house. Looking out the window of the landing to the street below, he watched as tousled curls on long, lithe legs hurried down the steps to the waiting cab, a slight smile curling his lips as the horses moved off. Continuing his wanderings, he found himself outside the boy's room. The young maid was inside, changing the bedlinen, and as he entered she curtsied and said hastily, "My apologies, Master Camorra sir; I'll come and finish. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Katie slip behind him. Before I knew what was happening, with one quick snatch at the Velcro fasteners, Katie had his "G" string in her hands. Now he was not only nude, but erect. Although he never missed a beat it was certainly distracting for me. When Katie came close he grabbed her and pulled her into our dance.His cock was like the rest of him, big and hard. It stood out like a divider between Katie and I. Although he had surprisingly little hair on his. "A lot of people get upset if a boy just has long hair orwears makeup, right?"Her legs weaved through the air, chasing a soccer ball. Was she evenlistening? She flipped onto her belly, looked up at me with those wide,blue eyes that make me feel weightless and shrugged, uninterested inthe mundane."So everybody should be allowed to wear whatever they want, right?" Sheasked, so innocently it seemed rehearsed.She batted her lashes and the weightless feeling intensified. It'sdifficult to argue with.