. . sit down." She told him, indicating a nearby chair. He did. She stood, cigarette dangling between her thin pink lips, and picked up the brush. She...walked around behind him, and started brushing his hair."My mom, she used to cut hair. . . was a stylist." Tracy told him. As she brushed his hair, the bristles caressed his scalp, it felt good. "I would watch her, and then sometimes I would practice on my Dad. But he left a couple years back." She walked around in front of him and ran the brush. We are sitting on her bed wearing only sneakers. We try to cum the most times in one hour. Our only instruments are our hands. We sit on pillows to make ourselves comfortable. We are face to face. I blink to arouse Naomi. She touches her cunt with deft fingers. It is very sensual. It begins to flow. She is a real fountain! At this very moment, touching delicately my clitoris, I come out immediately! Then I penetrate my intimacy and massages my G spot. I ejaculate on her bed. She doesn’t care at. When I reached to top of the stairs I started to ask what was wrong, but she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet. She took me by the hand and led me over to the door of my brother Erick's room, who is just about ten months younger than us.She pushed the door open just a bit for us to peek through, and there on the bed was Erick holding magazine in one hand, while he was quickly stroking himself with the other. Trying not to giggle, we both watched as spurt after spurt. ” “Come on, just stay a little while. At least till Cara comes. She’s going to join us after her shift ends. You can’t let him control you like that. He’s not worth it, Kim. Let’s dance and just forget all about it.” I listen and consider for a few moments. ”Yeah, you’re right. I’ll stay till Cara comes at least. Maybe I’ll get into it while we dance.“ I force a smile. I don’t know if I convince Cindy but she acts as though nothing is amiss as we head to the crowded dance floor. Even though.