“ he smiled.Entering our house Chris dropped his board and started kissing me immediately. In no time we were french kissing like horny teenagers. (...K, we WERE horny teenagers)Our tongues met and started wrestling while his hands opened my bikini top. I ran my hands down his back into his swim shorts and started kneading his ass while he threw away my top.Without breaking our kisses his fingers found their way to my nipple and he started to tease them. With his other hand he slowly pulled down. She grasped my cock with her bare hand. I groaned at the contact of someone other than me touching my dick.Warm palm. Delicate fingers. A woman's hand. My mother's.I groaned as she pulled me out. She gasped as she stroked up and down me. Was she shocked by the size, or that she was actually jerking me off? Either way, her hand felt amazing pumping up and down my cock. It felt fantastic every time she stroked to the pinnacle and caressed over the mushroom-like crown of my cock. pleasure shot. “Seems like we’d be taking some big risks.”“I agree,” Dave replied, “but if the Illuminati are back, we can’t afford to waffle. If I were them, I’d want the Masons to be playing it safe.”Ben gave a few more moments of thought to this before nodding. “Ok, see what you can come up with. You’ve got ‘til Monday.”*****“Jerome? Better make a pot of coffee, we’ve got work to do.”Jerome spun around in his computer chair to face Dave. He was getting used to Dave magically appearing every so often,. It was a nice place that had three bedrooms, a den, and a dining room that connected to a very nicely sized kitchen. That was good, too, because, thanks to my sweet little sister, Katie, I’d taken up cooking as a hobby and had become quite good at it, even if I do say so myself. I found out early on that semester that I could always find a college student that was willing to do my yard work to earn extra money. Once I’d gone through a couple of them though, I settled on this one little gal,.