He squeezed, groped, kneaded, pressed my boobs and pinched, twisted, nibbled and harmonically moved apart my nipples. Wow! That sent currents through ...e. As I was now somewhat set to his extraordinary level of desire, I could control my moans. My pussy was not spilling out but it was pretty wet inside.I thought, why not make this movement romantic? So I moaned, just to make sure that I am awake.He looked at my eyes and smiled, and said,-so you were awake all this time, my sweet horny girl? That. It's not super dangerous, but they want to keep me in for a few days, to make sure."My adopted sister sat in front of my, glassy-eyed, totally absorbed by my every word. I was concocting another elaborate hypothetical - if I could convince her subconscious mind to do something, then she'd do it no matter what the circumstances. I'd used it to see my sister's tits, to have her talk to me while I jerked off in front of her, and now I was curious to see how far I could push her limits.She. Looking at me and gave me a smile again I came more closer to her I placed my hands on her shoulders I sense that growing of her breath as she sighed deepI simply placed my right hand on the top of her chest, just under her neck and started moving it downwards slowly and gently she was moaning I could sense her breath on my arm I moved my hand over that valley till it was all in, moving over her breasts it was so soft and smooth, I began to massage them slowly with my hand it was all wet in. It wasn't like he was some gorgeous male model or famous athlete. He was handsome enough, I guess, but he was alittle over weight and Quite a bit older than me. I had never been attracted to men before, but I seemed to be drawn to him and the way he could make me feel.That very next morning, I went to Jon's house early. I had been working there painting his house for extra money during the summer. It was still dark outside, when I nervously knocked on his door. I wanted to see him, I needed to.