"Are you sure?" I asked. "Don't you think it’ll be a bit weird having me touch your boob?" I'm just teaching you how to give a sensual massage," she... said. "It'll only be weird if you make it weird."I repeated the stretch and let my fingers and palm slide onto the side of her boobs. They felt so soft in my hands, I definitely liked the feeling. I squeezed her boobs a little feeling the firmness below the soft surface. Without actually thinking about what I was doing I slid my fingers between. Soon, I was deeply asleep with visions of Leez and dancing sugarplums.Over the next few days, she called me during her breaks. Her muscle pull wasn't getting any better. Later that week, she said, "With all the standing on my feet and all the running around, it is not getting any better. Sometimes, it really aches." I prescribe more hot baths... and maybe a hot tub." I have been taking baths but I must say, a hot tub sounds divine. You have one?" No, but the clubhouse has one. It isn't set too. ‘Come, let’s get out of the rain, back to the cabin. It will make you feel better,’ she said. Phoebe turned to her and continued crying. Ashley did not know what to do, and just gave Phoebe a warm hug to comfort her. ‘Fuck it, everything is wrong,’ Phoebe cried. ‘Everything. Caught Saturday. Yesterday twice. Now all morning in the pouring rain, only to be found shortly before the end of the session and being used as appetiser. Can’t they just leave me alone for once? And that bloody rain, it’s. Wow... it looks great. I like it... but I'm really tired,” I tell her, “and now I'm getting turned-on again. I won't be able to sleep.” She doesn't move but looks at my renewed erection. “Oh.... sorry,” Sandy whispers, “I didn't think it would get you hard.” I think otherwise, of course, but I'm not complaining. As always, I imagine a snapshot of this scene – I'm lying nude in bed, hard-on and all, and my nude teen-aged sister is standing over me, her legs apart, showing me how she trimmed her.