Though I was happy inside, I started to push her hand away form my tool. I told that it is wrong in a good-boy voice.She slapped me and gave me a tigh... hug and lip locked me. First I acted like I was avoiding her. But after few mins, I started to move my tongue inside her mouth and we were tongue fighting for 15 mins and we broke the kiss. She started to stroke my tool very fast and I was on cloud 9 and was out of control. I gave out a moan aahaha hhha hhahh ahhhh.She took her hands off my tool. We liked to joke around as if we weren’t brother and sister, so I put my hand on her ass. She smiled and laughed. ‘You do have a nice fat ass,’ I told her.‘Thanks! I work it out all day every day!’ She said.We sat and cuddled for a few mins. She asked, ‘So how big is your dick?’ As she ran her fingers across my stomachI was surprised that she asked me that. We never got to sexual talk without joking around. ‘About 7-8 inches.’ I replied. She let out a gasp as if she never saw a dick that big. ."Okay, whatever. Not sure what it will accom..." ohmy God!"See, I'm talking now, moving us around - you try. I don't think you'llbe able to as long as I've got 'control'."Unnngh! You're right, I tried to scratch my, our, ear. Wait relax theright arm for a sec...there, I did it!"This is really weird - I can't stop my arm from moving now - hey, getthe hand away from there! What are you trying to do?"I'm sorry - it's just weird that we have both...you know...."What?!? We have both? Oh Steve, what. Her previous visit to a museum had been a year earlier, to the Del Prado in Madrid. She had done this alone too, and thinking of Spain and then Spanish-speaking people she was reminded of the Argentinian gentleman she had met the previous evening and with whom she would be sharing dinner. She flushed with excitement and wondered how his day of meetings was progressing. It warmed her heart to think of him and as she strolled through the 5th floor of Musee d'Orsay. She decided to buy him a.