With me sitting down, and her standing up, the angle was awkward enough. As I looked towards her direction in the embrace, I got a great shot of cleav...ge. After a few more seconds, she sat down next to me. That internet stuff never works I laughed a little, looking at the ground. I figured I would end things before it just got more difficult. Probably for the best, for both of you she said, offering a smile. And for you too I teased, poking her side. After those comments about wanting me. . Glancing down she then noticed from the tenting effect in my pyjamas I still had my “little problem” as she referred to it. “Jesus!, - what does it take to make that thing go down?” she exclaimed.I then noticed she herself looked rather flushed also and had a rather funny look in her eyes. . . she then learned over and with her hand on my penis through my pyjamas and gave it a little squeeze, it was as if I had been given a electric shock, nobody had ever touched me there before.“Sorry did that. She envied her, and maybe wished a little bit to be able to touch her, just as she was touching him. The feeling confused her. Deborah, she's your step-sister, she told herself. Step-sisters don't touch like that!Calmly, she stripped off the cone-shaped cups, until her breasts hung down freely, grabbing them with both hands and running her nipples against him. She shuddered, as she slowly traced his lines, in the cool, dark night, right there in the streets, feeling warmth still radiating from. I spent some quality time with a couple—she had me squat over her face when we were done so her husband's come could drip into her mouth—and really appreciated how much attention he paid to my boobs. She did, too, and I returned the favor, but that's another story. I'm not a lesbian, but a woman treats another girl's boobs with far more sensitivity and passion than a guy. And did I mention how soft they are?Larry and I hooked up, mostly to sort of rest and watch. We also talked, mostly those.