" "It's not like there are a lot of options around here, and you're welcome. Everything okay?" "Yeah, it is. As okay as it can be." She filled Lara in... on Bax's phone call. "I'm glad to know, I just wish I could do more." "And you're still worried," Lara observed. "Are you going to be okay tonight?" "Sure, on both counts." Ryan shrugged. "I have to be, don't I? It's not like I can do anything for him, and playing will keep my mind off it." "He'll be all right, Ryan." Lara squeezed her hand.. The dress clings to your curves: lifting your ample breasts and squeezing them together, and emphasizing the muffin top above your waist. The skirt would have come almost to your knees, but it’s riding up a bit. You’re wearing thigh high black stockings, and above them, I can see just a bit of your black panties.I set my phone down on the floor. It doesn’t give me much light to work with that way, but it’s better than nothing, and I will need both my hands. From my bag, I remove two short. My body still a little sweaty and my penis soft but slightly perched up on my tightened ballsack. It was sticking more outwards than downwards. He reached out and grabbed it with his left hand, and pulled me close to him. “You must be chilly or something.” He said. I looked down and nodded. He cupped my balls with his right hand and slowly began kneading both hands. I kept my head looking down, watching his hands and could hear myself murmuring under my breath.He pulled me gently by the penis. My sister reached down and grabbed the material of my boxers right over my dick. Touching only the material, she maneuvered it so that the opening in the front found the head of my dick. I felt the cold air hit the tip of my dick and I was hard as ever. Emily slid the rest of my dick through the opening of my boxers so that the material was all the way at the base of my shaft. My entire hardon was sticking out the front of my boxers and I heard my sister gasp lightly. I had never been so turned.