She rubbed rather than massaged my back rather hurriedly and then moved down to my butt. Here she slowed down her pace and took her time rubbing it, s...roking it, squeezing it. She then got up and sat to my side, spread my legs, then my ass cheeks and poured oil . The sensation made my not so little junior ever harder in anticipation. She then reach down and cupped my balls and continued to massage them gently for a very long time...just my balls.. I was waiting for her to stroke my shaft but. The worms on her thighs were up at the hem of her denim shorts, while those around her middle had reached the waistband."No! No, you can't go in there," she said to the worms firmly. She was so glad that she had chosen the denim shorts, that fitted very tightly around her slender waist and the top of her brown thighs. If she had been wearing the skirt, then, well, yuck! But the wiggling creatures ignored her command, squirming over the hemline of her shorts, coating the fabric with their. Thankfully they were sure of themselves when they made it back for the night. We did a little packing after supper was over and woke for a lot more the next morning. We were headed back down to the river level for another guinea gathering. While Zakkon, Mendal, and I went to fetch the newly trained mounts and a few of the old standbys, Catla and the others finished the packing.When we had everything ready we headed down the path with two travois full of traps, food, and enough bedding for a. Can I stay with you tonight?" Of course you can," I said, "in fact, it might be a good idea if you moved in until your parents get back."I moved my hand down from his belly to the little bulge in his panties. After rubbing the outside a little, causing him to moan and sight, I slid my hand underneath and found his little dick. He started to writhe gently in my lap and kiss me softly on the neck, while I stroked him up and down. He continued to let out little moans.In a few minutes, I heard him.