Moving from my nipples, her hands move down and massage my oiled chest. Then back up to my nipples to pull and twist them gently. My moans increase as... she continues rubbing my chest. She rubs in a circular motion on my abdomen. With each pass her hand brushes the tip of my cock. Three more passes, her hands move to my legs.Rubbing each leg from the knee up on the outside, then up on the inside of my legs. Sliding up the inside, her hands alternately brush over my scrotum, up my shaft. Reaching. Another guy moved on screen, already hard and put his in her mouth, it looked about 6 inches and quite pink. she began deep throating it, taking the whole thing easily. I couldn't make out the faces of either, but the black one moved round and took off my sisters bra. "Oh, god Katie that's good, don't stop" I was getting hard, and I took my cock out and began stroking it. It was almost 5 inches, and I was a bit embarrassed, having seen other boys of my age in the changing rooms. I focused back. She didn't put a lot of make-up on nor did she have her hair all fancy for me. She was wearing a nice sweater which showed her nipples(sweater missiles--we had a nice little joke about that from a scene in Mad Men). It was a black and tight tunic type sweater. She made it a point to show some cleavage as well. She caught me looking but she smiled and asked if we should get a table. We caught up, chatted, drank for a few hours and I could tell that she was beginning to get a bit horny. She. "Do not let anger control you child. Do what has to be done and then quit. Be yourself and go on with life." Her soft words and gentle touch said a lot about her and her family, and I understood why her sons were so compassionate. "We have no daughter, so we adopt you as our own. If you ever need help, come to me and I will be there with whatever we have." The man's voice cracked and she saw a small tear forming in his eye. I reached out and hugged them each, wiping away the small tear and.