![]() ![]() I reveled in the feel of her boobs in my hands. She remained quiet as I gently pressed my fingers into her boobs. She didn’t say anything, so I proceeded to again cup her big boobs with his hands. I guessed that it was, but I wanted to see if she would agree. I stopped with my fingers just touching the beginning swell of her boobs. I started to put my hands under her arms like I had done previously. She was again sitting in the chair and I came up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. One afternoon we had the place to ourselves and would have for several hours. I now knew that she was willing to let me feel her boobs, but would she let me see them and suck on them? The memory of her boobs in my hands had me jacking off several times. I probably would have gone further, but we were interrupted by someone coming. She could have clamped her arms down and prevented me from reaching further, but when she didn’t, I reached further until my hands were on her big boobs and I was luxuriating in the feel of the big firm boobs. She made no objections at all, so with a burst of courage, I ran my hands under her arms and toward her boobs. I slipped my hands down her back and under her arms. One day, she was sitting in the chair reading and I came up in back of her and put my hands on her shoulders and felt around her shoulders. I had been jacking off a lot, fantasizing about tits, but now I was! jacking off thinking about my sister’s tits and sucking on them. After I had begun feeling up her leg, I wanted to get my hands on them and feel and feel them and, if she let me, get my mouth on them. Any tit that could fill a hand, I thought was big, and hers would more than fill my hand, if I ever got my hands on her boobs. I wasn’t interested in feeling her cunt, but wanted to feel her boobs, which I thought were big and beautiful. Over the span of several sessions, she let my hand move up her dress, until I was feeling under her panties and was touching her pubic hair. I had felt further up her leg, when she didn’t object to my moving hand. I then moved up to feeling her calf as we sat. I started doing some simple feeling of her ankle. I hadn’t had a good chance of fooling around with her, until we were sitting in front of the TV console, which was at a low volume, she on the couch with one leg under her and one leg stretched out on the couch. And my sister at 18 had big ones, at least to me they were. ![]() I wasn’t too interested in fucking then, chiefly interested in jacking off, thinking and fantasizing about tits, large ones, cone shaped ones, but mainly big ones. She was less than two years older than I was. I had been thinking about my sister’s tits for some time and had tried to sneak a feel even before she was 18 when I first really thought of fooling around with her. ![]()
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