I took his half-erect cock in one hand and rubbed its head slowly against the palm of the other, as if I were polishing off a smudge on a glass Christmas tree ornament. I firmed up my strokes up and down his stiffness, feeling the softest skin on his body slide smoothly under my hand over the iron within. Fingers moved gently along my leg and I squeezed a hand in return. I began gently stroking his length again, my other hand gently but firmly stretching his nutsack away from his body. I could feel my soft flesh moving under his firm, loving hands. I shifted to my other hand to pump him, knowing it would alter the rhythm he was feeling.