I take good care of you, sailor boy.? Her hands started working on his shoulders, fingers pressing against muscles frozen from constant fear, k...otted by months of tension. Doc felt his shoulders fall downwards, his head forward. Her hands were magic. She took his head, moved it from side to side. He heard snapping sounds in his neck, and felt a sudden sharp pain that gave way to a feeling of intense relief. The girl was good, damn good. Her thumbs worked their way down his. That cock wants to be in my mouth and your balls in my hand when you pump a big hot load down my throat, he said. And my damn cock twitched in response, the fucking thing betrayed me. It did want his mouth to do its work and earn a hot creamy load but my brain was saying, no.He told me it could be our little secret. He reached out and began stroking my rock hard cock. I told him no, and pushed his hand away.Come on, you'll enjoy it. Let me suck that hot cock of yours. No one will ever know.. The end always came when I could no longer contain the hardness of mylittle penis inside the tight panties and I would lay on my mother's bedto masturbate.The images that ran through my mind as I pleasured myself were alwayssimilar. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing. After a while we got bored and decided to check out a nude beach someone had heard about. It was a warm, sunny Saturday and the beach was crowded. It was a bitch to get to from the parking lot, but we were anxious to see the girls who were walking along with us in the buff when we got to the beach. I guess they were thinking the same thing, because when we finally found an open space on the sand and spread our towels, the girls parked right beside us. It is a really weird sensation to strip.