Let’s go to my room.She was listening to whatever I said as she was in deep sadness and needed someone to care. We stood up and entered my room. I ...sked her to sit on the bed and locked my room from inside. I went close to her. We got back to the position with my hands around her and she was leaning on me.I stopped consoling her and started praising her beauty with my words. She started to feel better and slowly stopped crying. My dick got hard as I praised her and watched her beauty closely.. It was now X-mas evening and the kids, me and Anjali were watching a couples of videos to put the kids to sleep. Amol fell asleep in my arms while Anjali picked up Amit Jr and carried him into his room. My sister came back and was wearing a short, white Anjali cloth bathrobe. She came over to where I was sitting and sat in the floor in front of me.I asked her "Would you like a shoulder rub?" She agreed and I began to rub her shoulders and arms. Each time I would rub her neck my fingers would. "Fine, you're right. I was looking at it. I've never really seen one other than in porn so I guess I was curious." Curious about what? What it looked like? Felt like?" Both I guess." Go ahead then. You can touch it. I promise it won't bite you."I stood there for what seemed like hours. I couldn't deny that I really wanted to touch it but at the same time I was freaking out inside. I felt like I was suddenly dreaming. Maybe not the best way to describe it but it was a very unique feeling.I don't. ”“No, he’s telling you the truth… it always feels better for a guy when the girl does it for him,” Bill said as his breathing became more labored.“Well I do like doing it for him, but sometimes I’m just not sure if I’m doing it right,” I said, throwing the door wide open.I could see his eyes light up at the opening I had given him, and just as I hoped, Bill said, “You know Lexi, giving a hand job is like gymnastics, the more you practice the better you get, so if you want, you can show me what.