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As soon as I entered the bedroom, and noticed Jonas was still awake and watched some show or movie on his tablet, I silently but swiftly locked the door. I didn’t want to forget about doing so later. Upon any unlikely, but conceivable, attempts to enter by Sandra or Eric, I had already planned out that I would jokingly suggest that me and Jonas had agreed it best to lock the door in order to keep the monsters away, which might come hunting from beneath the surface of the ocean at night. Time passed while I had my book out in front of me, and I more so listened and watched the clock tick away than read anything. Half an hour went by. Then, as forty-five minutes had passed, Jonas’ movie, as I figured Lesbian it had been since I hadn’t disturbed him and asked what he had been viewing, ended. It was now passed midnight. Still no indication of the others fooling around. Closing my book and moving as if to switch off the lamp on the window sill above us, I asked (as if it was something I had just came up with): “Hey, how about a massage again?”. He seemed to mirror my excitement to at least some extent as he agreed. “Light on or off?”, I inquired. He shrugged his tiny shoulders. “Nah, I’ll turn it off”, I said, and reached for the lamp. He seemed pleased by that decision. I added: “But we have to be extra silent now… since they aren’t making any noises tonight”, at which point I smiled and inclined my head towards the presumably sleeping couple in the other room. The boy’s affirmative nod conveyed his understanding, and his grin his amusement – yes, it had indeed been fun to hear the others copulate. Having nudgingly indicated that he should turn about and lie on his belly, I proceeded as the night before. First, fatherly applying the rehydrating gel to (unnecessarily) revitalize his already smooth and soft skin. Then, not so fatherly (in normal fashion), I started touching him more and more intimately. I had reached a point where I was grasping his behind firmly, concealed as it was by a pair of tighty whities, and had been gracing his little testicles with my thumbs many a times. Rolling him onto his back, he once again moved as if to conceal his stiffy. I gently assured him that there was no need for embarrassment, and jokingly pointed to my own visible hard-on inside tiny my black trunks, and furthermore added that everything that was seen and transpired would stay between the two of us. Seemingly encouraged by that, he soon shut his eyes and started breathing deeply while I, as nicely as possible, caressed his little willy through the fabric of his underwear. Quite possibly, I had him as aroused as he had ever been. Upon starting to lift up the edge of this last piece of clothing on him, and gently pull as if to remove it, he tensed up again and opened his eyes while shifting his feeble hands downwards as if to try and intervene. Another round of assurances and encouragement from me seemed to do the trick; I figured a large part of him wanted this to happen. Having him lying there, submissively, waiting for me, was amazing. “Show me”, I urged. Not that it bothered me the slightest, but I reckoned that his relative smallness was one of the reasons behind his hesitation, and as such I complimented his now japanese revealed nakedness earnestly. His thing was indeed modest, maybe two, or two and a half inches, tops. While pleasuring it in my hand, in which it could fit with ease, his pleasure was palpable. His breathing was labored, his body was twitching, and slight, silent moans of satisfaction echoed from his parted, delicate lips. Mentioning how it was no more than fair that I got naked too, little Jonas nodded fervently as I had not stopped wanking his short and slim piece off in my hand, while stating my intention to become equally nude. During the short intermission, he opened his eyes which then fell on my boner as it was displayed for him in full sight where I sat, now naked, on my knees. His skinny legs ran straight underneath me. My tip was wet with precum. Maybe he could see that, maybe not. As I continued pleasuring him with my right hand, he shut his eyes again. I started running my left hand over his torso. Caressing his teeny-tiny, pink nipples. Then his frail neck, and after that his minute ears. Without bending her knees Lissa bent over, causing her dress to ride up the back of her thighs and give Axe a small glimpse of her pantiles ass and outer labia. Mike pull his mouth away from her but kept hitting the G-spot with quick strokes. Your heart pounding. 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