’ ‘Thank you, sir…’ I’d finally found something! I couldn’t wait to get back to my flat, to pour over all of the notes, papers, and books ...hat Olu had left. I just wanted to run my fingers over the scrawl of his small neat handwriting, to touch the pages that his fingers had turned in the dusty old books, to look at his drawings. The old man found a box for me, and had my driver carry it out to the taxi. I spent nights looking through it all, the nights that I didn’t spend with Raymond. I’d. We had quite a selection of lawn furniture now and had chosen some solid Adirondack wooden pieces that we knew would hold two or three people."You're getting much better at asking for what you want, compañera. I don't think Papa John or Mama Bea will be offended by us sharing a chair for a few minutes," I said. It was a direct challenge to the new John and Bea. I guess I'd always managed to push his buttons. He shifted in his seat a little, but took a deep breath and looked at Angela."I. It doesn't feel uncomfortable any more does it?" I said."But Mom, what if someone sees me?" He said and nervously put his hands over his penis."Don't worry, just relax. Put your hands at your side and let Momma look at you." I told him. He did as he was told as I looked on at all of his glory.His testicles were held tightly by his scrotum underneath his penis that was standing straight up in the air. I lightly caressed his inner thighs and watched his hard cock twitch in anticipation of what. I knew that she was getting turned on as she looked through the window at the people on the sidewalk, even though they couldn’t see her yet. I smiled and said, ‘Hush now, little girl. And accept your punishment.’ As we approached a busy part of town I rolled down her window a little more, until her eyes were visible to passersby. She looked over at me and smiled, silently showing me how much she loved this. A shiver ran through her as she saw a couple of businessmen glance in her direction..