At the same time she was arching her back and rubbing her own tits against her sister. His eyes flickered lower. The girl in back had her belly thrust...out, her crotch tight against her sister's shapely little ass. And, most exciting of all, the narrow crotch bands of both the girl's shorts were dark and damp!Carson gulped. He told himself that their crotches must have become wet from the lathered pony's sweat. And yet it looked remarkably like cuntjuice that had seeped into the denim. Even as. "Of course," he bubbled throwing back the covers to reveal his rock-hard cock and reaching up to pull her down to him all in the same motion.Staring into the deep warmth of her black eyes, he tenderly pressed his lips to her, kissing her so softly, it was like the wings of a butterfly brushing across her lips. He did not know how to kiss, but she taught him. And soon they were kissing open mouthed with Sarita taking the lead and drawing out her son’s saliva with her lips."This is what love is. You know I could act humble if they actually talked to me.” “I’m not sure that you could. I’m not sure you even know how to act humbly.” He kept talking, trying to look her in the eyes and keep his growing erection under control. “When was the last time you actually felt a bit of humility?” Martha thought for a second. The last time she had been humbled was when Bobby had told her that she’d never learn how to be a woman if she didn’t learn how to have sex. She had been upset with him for. He started at her lower leg - at her calve - and she jerked when he first touched her. Kneading and stroking the muscle and marvelling at the soft yet firmness of her skin, and telling her so; and a minute later, up. Letting his fingers dance across the tender skin at the back of her knee, and then the other leg, and then back again. And up. The silky skin at the back of her thighs, and he heard her give a juddering little breath; stroking and lightly squeezing... All the time reassuring her in.