With arms pressed close to her chest and her hands clasped together, she looked like she was praying, bowing her head as well. He held her, feeling he... tremble. For some reason she seemed to want his protection. He almost laughed in seeing her stress. With head still lowered and without her looking where she was pointing, he turned to look. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, awaiting an explanation. ‘The cross, the crucifix or whatever you call it. It’s very annoying and weird to me.. And I would return the kiss.She’d be really good at kissing. She’d know what to do, and I’d let her do it. She’d be really experienced, and you know, she’d totally take the lead.She would push one of her knees between my legs, and I’d open them for her, and she would slide it up and down. I’d be so fucking nervous. Especially when she moved it up. You know, when she was about to touch my junk. I was really hard. It felt almost painful. But in a good way painful.I’d have one hand on her hips.. "You should pleasure yourself, too," he said. As much as she'd wanted to do it a few moments earlier, now she hesitated. It was still a most intimate act. He'd seen her before. Sometimes they'd done it together, propped up at opposite ends of the bed, their legs spread as they exhibited themselves and watched the other. The sight of him erupting was frequently enough to push her over the cliff of her own orgasm. But that had been voluntary; sometimes she'd even initiated it. Now she was doing. She walked up to his front door and knocked. He answered the door and she put the love hex on him before he could even open his mouth to speak. She had decided that was the best way to vet the men because her primary interest was in testing their male equipment and libidos above all else. She knew her sister would hex whoever she selected as a matter of course and personality and character were of little interest to her in her desperately deprived sexual system. All she was really interested in.