You got the best hands I ever felt James.In the right kind of massage parlor you could be a millionaire in a year.Every time you touch me I get all fu...ky hot she said in a husky voice.Her hand moved my robe, seeking my manhood.Locating my 7" thicky,her moist,warm fingers enclosed the mushroom tipped knob.Fondling it gently,she ran her forefinger under the head,locating the sensitive area just below my glans.In a slow tantalizing manner she began to rub the area in a circular motion,alternating. Shuddering, she inhaled deeply: held it, savoured it.She exhaled through plump puckered lips. Then, shaking out her hair, she watched him watching her. His gaze followed every movement and his eyes, dark as the night, pleaded for more. His hips writhed slowly, rhythmically, the nylon pantyhose flexing like a second skin. He mouthed please and touched her face, his lips curving into a smile when she kissed his fingers. He uttered a gratifying groan as she returned to sucking his cock.She. It didn’t. Eliza saw the confusion remaining on my face. “I’m Jesse’s sister. We met at her graduation.”“Oh wow, that is some time ago! You are Jesse’s younger sister, right? You were what, 14 or 15 at Jess’s graduation?”“Fifteen. Jess and I are seven years apart.” Some quick math told me that made Eliza 26 or so. She was cute at fifteen, but now had developed into a real stunner. I remembered Eliza from that graduation, a smiling young girl in a plunging top and tiny spandex shorts. . . something you can't describe... and we both noticed... just a "presence" about her. She is very friendly and borders on flirtatious, obviously attracting that little bit extra in tips each night.She turns to you saying "what would you like, sweetie?" You smile and ask what she recommends. She gives you three choices of her favorite drinks... including a house wine, a beer the restaurant brews themselves, and a mixed drink which the waitress calls "her most favorite of all time." What the.