But for the colourof his hair and more friendly face, John was a dead ringer for hisbrother."Hello," they said in unison."John, Liz, these are my daug...ters: Sandra and Jessica. My son Edward isin the living room, playing with his new train set."Liz and John looked at the girls with wonder, for they knew that Jessicawas more than what she appeared. Even so, they didn't bring the subjectup but went on to compliment them on their clothes.As for their children, only Emma was forward in saying. She pointed. "your weights, take the heaviest two and hold them up and out at arms length. I will tell you when to put your arms down".I complied, walked over and picked up the weights, and held them out."good. Now watch me masturbate" she said, and plunged the vibrator back in.My cock was erect, but my arms were already flagging."hold the weights higher" she commanded. I did. "and keep your little cocklett up too, it is hard enough to see already".I stood there, straining my arm, shoulder. Once I was sure everyone was oblivious, I returned my hand to my sister. I slid my hand under her covered lap. Em was wearing jeans, not the perfect material to rub against, but I was frisky and wanted to touch her. As soon as my hand moved between her upper thighs I could feel the warmth of her sex. I stroked along the seam of her denim clad pussy. The friction made even more heat. I moved my hand up to her waist and tried to unbutton her jeans, not an easy task with one hand. She put her. “Thanks sweetie, I really had fun today! I would love to do it again sometime!” she spoke, giggling as she climbed out of his bed, allowing him to catch his breath as she put her clothes back on in front of him, teasing him some more by wiggling her cute butt as she did. She walked back over to the bed and leaned down to kiss his cheek, smiling as she grabbed his phone nearby and typed her number into it before she texted her own phone a message using it, handing it over to him. “Call me when.