How we touched and how we helped each other get off. I think about how your breasts feel, your passion and your kisses. Those sexy words you whispered...in my ear. How it feels when you take my cock in your hand. How it feels to hold you in my arms, touch you in that special way and wake up next to you in the morning.”“It’s very special for me too, John. I remember every moment. How it felt to have a man holding me that cares for me. How you make me feel loved, not used.” I swung my legs out of. You would have loved that, huh?" I think you're still teasing me, Sis." I remember that as soon as you'd finished putting the lotion on me, you went back inside and, even with me still topless, you didn't come back out for almost a half hour. You jacked-off, didn't you, Luke? You jacked off thinking about your hands on my tits. Come on, tell me." Well, what do you expect? Yeah, I went up and jacked-off. Are you happy now?" I'll bet you were happy, then, right? Did your cum shoot real far after. They were getting very excited, then Kate stooped to have a good close look at Sue's tits and said curiously "Could I, um?..." "Go ahead" and soon Kate was sucking Sue's dinnerplate nipples. Not an easy thing, as I knew from experience. They really weren't nipples at all; just great big pink soft pointy things. Sue lifted one of her own breasts to her mouth and they were both sucking. I felt a little bit in the way, so I went and sat down on the sofa to watch them, wondering just how far this. Shoulder-length brunette hair, parted on one side and swept across his forehead. His same face, or rather the face he'd have had if he'd been born a girl. Cute. His eyes seemed a bit softer, rounder, and larger. More feminine, and more alluring. His lips were a bit more full, but not ridiculously so. No pouty stripper look for Bashful. His breasts were perky, and not all that big; Julie knew that they just looked that way to Bash. Modest figure; not a supermodel by any means. More like.