He ran his hands up the front of her calf muscles to her knee. She was expecting hos hand to go up her skirt and poke her pussy.He kept rubbing her lo...er legs. Rub over her 4 inch white heels. He started kissing her high heel. He put the tip in his mouth and started sucking it as he rubbed her calfs. He put his mouth over as far as he could almost chocking as he sucked her heels.He started licking the heel, putting the long thin stiletto heel in his mouth sucking it. Moving his mouth up and. "Alright, listen, gay boy—" "Dakota," I corrected him. "Right, listen... Dakota... I've been thinking, a lot actually. Uh... what I say, you know, in front of the other guys?" Scott sat down on the chair next to me, "I don't mean it." He tried to look me in the eyes but I looked away, uncomfortable. "Okay," he started again, "I'm not the girl-crazed, sex-addicted, homophobe I present myself as... Everyday I just hate myself and I hide what I truly feel." He placed his hand on my knee and my. And then only I realized that her blouse also has really deep cutting to show of her white milky cleavage. Her cleavage was open and inviting in front of me in that moon light playing shadow games. Her chain on her neck is reaching as far down as needed to be sucked into that cleavage.She sat on the bed still looking at my face. Then she lied down on the bed with one hand behind her head giving an additional support. In that position her boobs showed even more prominently. It was projected out. She took my other hand and placed it between her thighs, and I rubbed it up and down the middle of her legs. "See how good it feels, touching me? And can't you tell how much I like being touched?", Masha asked sweetly. "Masha, your skin is so smooth, you're beautiful," I answered, but then realized what was going on. "Masha, you are my sister, we can't do this." Again, a very weak protest. With that, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and began pulling them down, meeting.