His eyes got wide. He looked at me with his mouth half open and just nodded his head. Then I dropped the ball about Daddy wanting to watch. My son loo...ed terrified. I assured him that I thought it would be O.K., but that didn't help much.I told my son that ever since that day, I had been thinking about him and masturbating early in the morning while his father slept next to me. I didn't tell him I had been doing that for years anyway ... mom's little secret. But I was truthful when I told him. ”“Are there any ancient accounts of a canal running directly from the Mediterranean to the Red Sea?”“Nothing has been discovered as yet, but as we learn more of the Ancient Egyptians from the texts they have left behind who knows what will be revealed. A civilisation that could construct the Great Pyramid at Giza would have no problem in digging a canal from Egypt’s Mediterranean coast to the Red Sea.”Given that fact I could do nothing but agree with Rollo.“And you are to survey the route this. I revel in the balletic interplay of form and function, as your foreskin yields effortlessly to my touch, rolling over your glans like an erotic wave displaying your most intimate arousal to the strangers of the night. With my thumb I close off a vein and watch, hypnotised, as the blood comes flooding back once I release the pressure. “Oh God,” I gush, “I love cock!” “I can tell,” you reply, smiling down at my submission. “Do it.” Obediently, I stoop to drag my tongue up the front of your. This usually lowers my inhibitions to the point that I can let someone in my booth to blow me and I can still concentrate on the blow job instead of worrying about who is watching. This particular bookstore also has a theater area with a straight and gay film continuously showing in two separate rooms. I’ve gotten blowjobs in there also, but again you’re usually the center of attention. When there is live sex going on, the action on the screen is the last thing people are paying attention.