"I can't deny that there have been times when I've wanted to hug you, like a few minutes ago, but somehow the warning bells rang and I didn't. Perhaps...that's an indication of just how close we are. We can read each other."Annette nodded. She did not trust her voice."However," Harry went on. "The restrictions do not apply to you. If you want to hug or kiss me go ahead. I'll welcome you with open arms."Annette snorted at his pun."I might," he added ruminatively trying to lift the heaviness, "even. ..lol....she was teasing him knowing he was rubbing his cock under the table. She got up to get us a few beers and he followed her into the kitchen to take the empties, i seen her jerk as he passed her, she told me in bed a bit later that he squeezed her ass and tried to stick his finger into her tight asshole. She came back out and we drank a few more before we called it a night. My wife pulled off her daisy dukes in the hallway outside our bedroom door as me and my cousin stood formulating a. Now, as east-coasters who married young, we don't have a lot of "couple" friends - most people we know are in less-serious relationships or not in them at all, so the sight of two young, married couples was a welcome site. He was Mark and she, Sarah. He was a trader (who in NY isn't?) with a solid midwestern build and square chin, very farmboy except for the tailored shirt and mock-ironic plastic-rimmed glasses. She was "in fashion" (two for two on cliches!) and looked the part - severely. I knew his voice intimately and knew how he sounded at every phase of a session. Right now I knew that if I bothered to look at his cock, he would be oozing pre-cum. I kept a grip on his balls with my right hand and with my left ran two fingers over his tip. When they were coated, I raised one to my lips and licked it clean. Ben groaned. The second I raised to his and he eagerly sucked my finger clean. His eyes locked with mine, the desire I saw there made me smile. I tightened my grip on his.