"Oh, no, we are?" Leslie feigned a gasp, but then slid off her own top, as if in response to the boy. This exposed something that could, possibly, be construed as breasts: insignificantly tiny swells little more than bugbites, each capped with a thick, pink, pierced nipple.<br/><br/>Lindsay smirked, reaching between the boy's legs now to take hold of his now-unoccupied cock, starting to gently massage it with her hand. "Do you think my sister's pretty, mister?" She cooed, her massaging quickly turning to gentle stroking. Her eyes turned to her own twin lustfully, however... seeing Leslie so excited always got her hot.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>