‘Don’t…don’t you think I’m…my…my body’s gross?’ A soft moan escaped from her. ‘My…my body…it’s…it’s ugly…’ ‘That�...s not true,’ Vic responded. He slipped his hands behind her and undid the clasps of her bra. Ann raised her hands to her chest and held the garment in place, looking at him uncertainly. ‘How…how can you…how can you…anybody…want me?’ ‘I can prove it,’ Vic said. He took hold of his sister’s hand and moved it to his erection. ‘Oh, God!’ Ann moaned when her fingers touched her brother’s. His magic hands gradually moved further and further down her back, but he stopped just as he reached the top of her rear cheeks. Instead, he moved down to her feet and started on her toes and the soles, using his thumbs to press repeatedly against her.Taking his time, as Stephen sat on the edge of the bed watching with fascination, Dan leisurely moved his hands up one leg to just above the knee and then went to the other leg to do the same, but this time his hands moved all the way up that. And until some of the sporting ladies were up and about.No; I decided that was too long to stay vigilant. We’d start guarding the ladies around midnight or one in the morning. Just as the last of the whorehouse and saloon customers were leaving. That didn’t mean the killer couldn’t change his timing, but I believed he was unlikely to take a chance when the other girls, and some customers, were still up and about.A couple of things bothered me about the plan — one, it was purely defensive. Plus,. Then, almost as one movement, I feel the button on my pants open. And the zipper being open. As Leigh slides her hand inside my pants, and grabbing my now rock hard cock. I moan a little more. She whispers in my ear once more: ‘Doesn’t that feel better?’ My words choke as they come out. ‘Uh huh.’ I say. Her warm hand slides up and down my shaft gently. Feeling every inch with her warm fingers. Reaching the bottom of my pole, she cups my balls and gives them a firm, yet gentle, squeeze..