They wrapped around the throbbing length only managing to get just over half way around. And then Ben started to stroke, up and down the soaking cock....Slowly, ever so slowly. Up and down with Ethan shuddering from his gentle touch. Uhhhh… Ethan let out a low growl, his eyelids fluttering wildly, fuuuuck… And then Ben whispered something that made a jolt of joy speed through Ethans body, his cock twitching madly. Fuck me. Instantly Ethan turned, their foreheads now touching, their cocks. Even in a group talk he always answered to me and locked eyes with while talking about things. When we meet up we usually drink in the terrace and after a point the wives will go to cook or to serve or to check on the dresses or whatever, our conversation after a while about movies or books will start sounding very flirtatious, I sensed there was some kind of romance in them,I thought since I am a bi I am feeling that way, anyways during those conversations we would have moved too close to each. Looking up I smiled at the sight of Swetha, back against the mirror trying to bring her breathing back to normal.”God damn you!”” Swetha wispered in a low hushed tone. “Where on earth did you ever learn to do that?” “Practice my dear, practice.” Was my joyful answer.Reaching into the cabinet I pulled a soft washcloth out and ran it under the hot water. Convinced the rag was warm enough I ran it over Swetha’s still very sensitive pussy cleaning her well. Next I produced the softest towel Swetha. Me: Well it sounded like you wanted to go out and have some fun, I know that feeling. Did you still need a ride Carla? Her: No, Im uh in for the night, as it was, my mom was pissed I was out so late. Im in my bedroom, uh alone. Me: Oh I see, do you mind me asking how old you are Carla. Her: Im 15 (pause) is that okay. I mean I know I look a bit older. Me: Thats true you do, you look in those hot tights. Are are you still wearing them sweetie? Her: (after a silence) Yeah I am. Me: You still.