I trailed one hand down to his balls, caressing them as I stroked around the head of his cock. As small as my hands were, it was a challenge to stroke...him one handed so I mostly rubbed over the head where he was more sensitive.Bringing my hand back up, I started rubbing up and down the front of his shaft while caressing the head. It went on for several minutes as his moans grew deeper and I could feel his hips thrusting up as he got closer. I was watching his face the entire time and his eyes. Smith, though, was not looking at his lover. Instead, his head swiveled around the room, his eyes low.“Oh look” he said calmly. “A picture has fallen from the wall.”“Never mind that Bobby, I need you now,” demanded Ramona, shrugging her blouse off and draping it across a chair. “Wouldn’t you rather look at me than some old picture?” she asked coquettishly.Now Smith’s eyes went to his sister.“Most assuredly” he said, smiling. He went to her and leaned over to suckle at an exposed and stiff. When Annie repaid Julie by giving her pleasure it was heavenly. Annie encouraged Julie to talk continually during sex, describing her feelings of arousal and sharing her fantasies and her most intimate secrets, which Annie learned to apply with expert skill.Annie touch Julie's body often, almost constantly, and she loved being touched. They slept in one another's arms each night, faces close enough to kiss, with a hand upon each other's breasts. During sleep Julie's other hand lay cupped. His lips were light as air, fluttering all the way down to the small of her back, while his hands ran down her side along her hips and around her curves. She turned toward him and he slid his hands around her waist, his fingers pulling down her navy blue thong. His lips slowly came within centimeters of her lips, she kept her mouth partially open, already breathing in short and rapid breaths, waiting for his lips to meet hers. He kissed her so softly but lingered long enough for her to take.