She moved closer to me and she rested her large tits on my arm, pushing them hard up against me. Her breath was soft on my neck as she worked my dick ...p and down in her hand. The end of my pecker started to get wet with pre-cum and her jacking was getting more sloppier sounding, as my pre cum continued to leak out. "It feels good don't it boy." I heard uncle Bob ask. I had forgotten that he was in the room. It had been so dark and quite that I only had been thinking about how good it felt to. For some reason I wanted her to see me naked. My cock was becoming quite a nice size by now. I started off standing on my bed in the window towling myself down, pretending I'd had a bath and I was unaware of her but making sure she saw me naked. Not to close to the window. I started noting the times she would appear on the garden and got ready for her daily. She must have seen my cock hundreds of times. Anytime I could show her I would. Then one day she came out onto the garden and began. He kissed me lightly on my neck. He rubbed his other hand up my hip, gently brushing my skin and up my body to feel my "breasts". I bent my head down and kissed his hand. He responded by holding it up for me so I could suck his finger.My hands woke up and found their place on his masculine body, exploring his strong chest muscles, and reaching down his front to feel his hard cock through his tight jeans. I knew then that that was what I wanted, and so did he.I pulled his shirt up over his head.. Or the beast in me. I liked to consider that distinction unimportant. Her breath hitched, and we shared a short, hot, tongue-filled kiss before we broke apart and hesitantly slipped back into our panties and dresses. I could see that Tony’s cock was contemplating another round as well. He ushered us out of the door and back into the now crowded public area though, pinching our bums to say goodbye. The loud, thumping bass enveloped me the moment I stepped through the door, filled my blood and.