I was hardening rapidly and was sure that she would see it.There I was, left standing in my rapidly bulging skants.“Take them off,” she ordered.I ...ooked at her helplessly and started to remove them knowing full well what was going to happen, and he didn’t disappoint me either. He shot bolt-right up.“Nice cock,” she remarked, “now onto the bed on your tummy.”How on earth was I supposed to do this woman, I thought. If you were in my condition you would be a little more sympathetic. Anyway, I. " Mark rubbed my back and I knew he thought that was pretty cool."I'm gonna go call my dad." I lifted my head after about a minute and Mark had to get to his class anyway."Your dad?" Mark grinned. "Yeah, you better."Weird as it sounds, my mom isn't a pageant mom at all. I mean, she supports me and everything and she helps me a lot, but I don't think it really means all that much to her. Except that it makes me happy of course, and she's proud, but you know what I mean. My mom's pretty normal. We found a spot on the dance floor, but no amount of dancing was going to take care of my throbbing clit and wet pussy. “For a cop, you dance really well,” I told him. “Where is it written that cops can’t dance?” He asked with a playful roll of his eyes. I felt his hands glide down my back to my ass where he gave my ass a few hard “pats.” He waited for my reaction and I reached up to kiss him. Our bodies pressed together on the dance floor and it felt as if we were the only two people in the. I’m totally clueless about what you can do,” Greg said, admitting that he didn’t know what to do. The honest response felt rather liberating in the sense that he wasn’t taking responsibility for trite answers.“Oh,” Harry said feeling a little disappointed. He looked down at the ground and said, “That sucks.”“Sure does,” Greg admitted. He wished that he had some piece of wisdom to bestow upon his son that would fix the problem, but he didn’t. He looked over at Harry and said, “That doesn’t mean.