Leaning down a bit closer to his youthful face, which was angled towards me as he serenely lay sprawled on his frontside, I whispered enthusiastically: “Hey, why don’t I give you a massage?”. As he had opened his little eyes, faintly shining in the dim room, the blinds not completely being able to shut out vague lights on the sky around midnight during the summer in Sweden, I went on, with a wry smile: “I’m not gonna be able to find any sleep until they calm down”. The little scholar approved. Having moved to sit up, I decided to, as inaudibly as possible, leave the sofa bed and lock the door with the key, sitting in the lock on our Nipples side of the room. The mechanism softly clicked, and while Sandra and Eric certainly wouldn’t have heard it, I didn’t image that Jonas had either. On my way back to bed, I snatched up an Aloe Vera tube of gel, without any fragrances or other added specialties, that I’d acquired on my way down to the summer cabin. Not that we’d had any real sun exposure during the gloomy daytime, but I supposed technically it could be beneficial for the skin, which I also related to the boy. At first, he reacted to the cool gel by temporarily tensing up the weak muscles of his back, but as it quickly warmed up, he yet again became laid-back as I slowly, and carefully, massaged his upper back and neck. Sitting on my knees, one on either side of his slim body, my lower abdomen in line with that little ass of his, my throbbing dick pointed in an upward direction and wanted to protrude from my underwear. I started laboring lower down on his breasts back. Reaching the lining of his small boxers, I scooched down a bit, and went on to work on his skinny legs. I gave some attention to the ankles and shins, before focusing on the slender, smooth thighs. Slowing down the pace of my hands further, I let them glide all the way onto his tight little butt. When gently massaging it, Jonas lifted his head a bit and strained to look backwards towards me. “Everything OK?”, I wondered, not stopping to rub his behind on the outside of his underwear with my hands. He was just so cute, so firm, and so perfect. The kid didn’t protest, but pussy he seemed puzzled as he nodded. I was definitely aided by the noises of the others, not yet quite done with their carnal activities, though thinking about it, I mused that surely there had a decrease in the tempo or rhythm of it. Jonas being an bright but very reserved boy, more of less dominated by his father, and lacking close friends as a teacher’s pet, it probably would have taken significant discomfort or concern for him to raise objections. Furthermore, I believed that what was happening played on this curiosity, to my advantage. I gathered it was about time to try and peek that interest even more. Whispering: “Making a minor adjustment here”, I thereafter gently dragged up his small bottoms so that more of the asscheeks were exposed, and his sexy buttcrack became more defined. I saw that his eyes had once again opened, but he didn’t look backwards this time. Acknowledging the absence of verbal or physical objections, I took this as a relative japan degree of consent, and I caressed him lightly. My hands went from upper things to his tushie and back again. I started sliding my thumbs in the inside of his legs, up towards his genitalia, which I couldn’t see as he lay there unmoving on his flat belly. Having spent probably half a minute focusing on getting close to what ought to be a wee pecker, I then suggested that we would be in remiss if we didn’t at least somewhat quickly tend to rehydrating the skin on the frontside of his body. This made the boy noticeably anxious. As I, with a paternal feeling about myself, waited for him turn over, he cordially protested in a low voice and, as if that would settle the matter, thanked me for what I had thus far done. I insisted, however, and assuring that I didn’t mind at all I tenderly but with a certain degree of force and authority, turned him over. Having done so, he didn’t seem that much at ease. Obviously very shy once again, not saying anything more, he held both of his small hands in front of his nether region, cupping it. Proceeding to act as if I didn’t notice, I started rubbing a little gel Lesbian on his flat chest, down the abdomen and towards the sides. But not right now, ok?” Shifting in the chair she leaves me pussy and curls back up in her seat, ending our tactile conversation, seemingly to drift off to sleep. One of such was what she could do about Sully, who was evidently shy about even coming to the house because of the tensions between him and her. 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