Peter bit his lower lip. Her hand was unreasonable good feeling as it stroked his member through the fabric of his boxers. The friction of the fabric on his incredibly aroused shaft made it very hard for him to focus on her words. He was much more engrossed with that hand, rubbing his length, wandering at the other wonderful things she could do to his virgin shaft. She was certainly a hottie and knew what she wanted - Peter would be more then happy to give it to her, anyway that she wanted.<br/><br/>"Well..." He was about to begin trying to describe his meager exploits when her next words sent him blushing again, his cock twitching in her hand. And then he could feel her perk breasts pressing against his back. A little precum leaked through the head of his shaft, slightly dampening his boxers around it. "I..uhm...yeah, you've very beautiful...and...your hand..." He stammers out, his own hands pausing briefly on her legs. "I, uhm, can't really show you from this position though."<br/><br/>