It's all in your hands, if you'll pardon the expression."The two of them went to the bedroom, and Dan did his damndest.The passages he'd been reading ...ere about reading emotional content from body language. They were describing a woman's reactions to arousal, what to look for, and what you can do to either dampen or accelerator that situation. The test before him was a hard one. No woman would cum from doing one thing to her with one finger, you had to swap around and do different things, and. I wasn't in a rush.I was starting to feel it after only 15 minutes. I was breathing harder and my face was damp. I wasn't ready to wimp out in front of Janet though. I looked over and saw her bouncing merrily along, going twice as fast as I was and watching a soap on the TV screen in front of her. I wished I had picked up a towel in the change room. Another five minutes went by and I didn't care what anybody thought. I was panting and my throat was parched. I stepped off the machine on wobbly. I had been masturbating to a wicked imaginary scenario where I was forced to strip and expose myself to my brother…and now, I was staring at his erection…and his erection was caused, in part, by Gary staring at the damp gusset of my panties…it was fucking surreal. I felt like I was in a dream of sorts.“Gary explained, ‘Well most of the time, I just work the ‘stiffness out of my joint’ manually, if I don’t have a female friend to lend a helping hand.’ I realized that Gary was testing me to see. There he was. A chill ran down Suzy's spine at the sight of her son. He stood there for a moment in the doorway looking at her, then closed the door behind him. He walked slowly through the living room with the deadly grace of a hunting leopard, a slight smile on his lips. Suzy tensely returned to stirring her sauce. Jack came close to his mother, peering over her shoulder."MMM! Smells delicious!" he said in his deep, sensuous voice."It's just s-spaghetti bolognese and garlic bread. N-nothing.