"I won't let you down." Sam promised his sister. They could talk about all of this later, after Johnny was gone, and after she'd got what she wanted. Boy there was a lot to unpack about how this was making him feel. He knew Clarissa loved seeing him with other guys, seemingly much moreso than she'd ever like to see him with a girl, and didn't realize that the thought of him with this particular guy made her even hotter. He figured that was just her imagining her own conquest later.<br/><br/>The kiss continued, loving and intimate, sexy and exhibitionist, attracting attention from more than just the man it was put on for, as the 'girls' wiggled their hips in his hands. When he started to squeeze Sam's ass the boy let out a happy moan into the kiss. He couldn't help it. He loved having his ass played with. Squeezed, spanked, shoved, slapped, pinched, fucked, honestly they weren't many things a strong man could do to his ass that he didn't love. He just had very mixed feeling about this particular one!<br/><br/>Finally he got the sense the kiss had gone on long enough and, still face to face with his sister turned so that the two of them were looking slightly up at Johnny now, cheeks touching, arms around each others' very slender waists as they held each other in front of him, Sam's hand caressing his sister softly just above the hand that grabbed her ass, and then giggled up at Johnny and Clarissa.<br/><br/>That was his role here. Giggle. Get groped. Giggle. Get groped. Fun and slutty, he repeated his mantra. Let Clarissa set the pace, let Johnny do what he wanted. Don't let either of them realize how freaked out, or how much fun you're having.