She didn't bolt. She didn't move at all, just looked up at me from under her eyelids. After a moment I pulled her head down a fraction and kissed the ...op of her head. It was enormously better than kissing the wig. I ran my lips over her, then pulled back and raised her face by putting my fingers to her cheek. She still hadn't made a sound or a move. With her face up we looked in each other's eyes and I knew I could kiss her again, and I did.It was just like in the park, except that she didn't. Then she asked me teri koi gf hai, mene kahan haan hai. To fir vo mujhse meri gf ke baare mai puchne lagi aur fir usne poocha “kya tune use kabhi kiss kiya hai??” mene kaha nahi kiya. She askd why?? Mene kaha mujhe darr lagta hai, mene pehle kabhi nahi kiya isliye.. Aur usne ek dum jawab diya, bachpan mai to tune bahut kiya hai fir ab kyun sharma raha hai?? Ab ye sun kar mujhe bhi thoda josh aaya ki shyad meri sister is bare mai discuss karne ke liye tayar hai aur use sharam nahi aati. Mene. I place my thumb on the upper side of my cock and three fingers on the underside. Lightly, ever so lightly, I begin a stroking motion by moving the loose skin on my shaft up and down with a steady rhythm. As my arousal builds more blood is forced into my cock and it is now approaching full erection. I keep my excitement building with light stroking and fondling and as it builds, I find that my cock is hard and tight with blue veins standing out and winding their way around my shaft like a. She was a stunner in the looks department and had boys queuing up as possible suitors. I hated the thought of it really. I definitely used to play the older overprotective brother a lot during her time at high school. She never seemed to mind though, and she admittedly had a pretty good head on her and knew how to avoid ‘the bad ones’ if you will. And then there was little Cassie. Well okay, she wasn’t exactly little anymore as she turned sixteen a few weeks ago, but regardless she was the.