Your hands massage on my shoulders, and twirl in my hair. I slide my hand back down, and rub your inner thighs, in between which, my towel-covered bod...y is now positioning. My warm soft hand then carefully wraps around the shaft of your semi-hard cock. Slowly rubbing, while I kiss around your waist. (Anticipation really is everything. *S*) As I feel you being further aroused by the movement of my hand, I bring my thumb to the tip of your cock. I rub gently, circling the pre-cum, watching it. And as she wept and shook, the motion of her trembling shoulders made her nipples rub lightly over the material of her shirt, made the dark brown softness harden into tiny nubbins of super-sensitive lust!She moaned hoarsely.“Frank...” she called weakly.Her face was lowered, her eyes closed. She was defeated. Her whole body ached. Her cunt, running on the sawhorse rail, was swollen and hot and slippery and wet. The aching in her spine seemed to mingle deeply with the sharp pleasure rising in her. I looked up to see her biting her lower lip nervously."Oh no," I muttered. "Is this something bad I really don't want to know about?" Sorry," she said sadly, "but yeah, you need to know about this. Now remember, I'm just the messenger." Sure," I replied hurriedly, but I paused as she reached out and grabbed my arm."Mr. B., " she said, looking at me seriously. "I thought about this for days. I feel very uncomfortable doing this, so don't think bad of me." I could never do that," I explained.. I thought about what I had done with the boys and fantasied about what they might be doing with Carol. I’m sure the boys filled their sister in about what we had done because she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat at me yesterday morning. The boys had even taken to giving me a hug and kiss in the morning, which is something they had not done since before they turned into teenager brats and told me it was too yucky.Yes, I thought about joining the boys again, but they had Carol to take care of.