She raked her hand down his chest, clearly enjoying the hard contoured muscles of his chest and went downwards until she reach his jogging bottoms. Sh... licked her lips and pulled them off him.Huh.His dick wasn’t small, but no where as big as mine. At some point in my voyeuristic haze, I had my trousers partway down. It hurts when my dick gets fully erect and grind up against the fabric. This way, it doesn’t hurt and I get to stroke myself.Fuck, why am I touching myself watching my mother like. ‘Would you like a man to watch me taking nude pics of you?’Before I could answer in the affirmative there was knock on the door and a man I recognised as Pamela’s current beau from the pics she showed on Monday walked in.Pamela then reframed the question, ‘Would you like my man to watch me taking nude pics of you?’‘Yes I would,’ I smiled at them, the exhibitionist in me rising to the challenge.His eyes were almost popping out of his head as I walked past him, totalled naked except for the high. ' ] Here's a question for you. What would you do (I'm talking here to guys) if you had the opportunity to 'earn' $50,000...IF you swore a pledge to have NO intercourse, NO anal sex, or ANY blow jobs (and this includes NO masturbation as well) for 365 days, in a row, and instead were given merely hand jobs ONCE A MONTH? Would you do it? Would you at least consider such a proposition? $50,000 is quite a bit of money, after all; and who couldn't find a use for that sort of lump sum in cash? Well,. I smiled as she said how much she was looking forward to “communicating with nature “as her hand squeezed my semi-rigid cock as we drove deeper into the woods. We saw more and more natural beauty and less and less civilization. It was late afternoon when we reached our destination. We set up camp along a small stream, the nearest town several miles away. Summer in Vermont, even this far north can be very warm, so, when she suggested we take a quick dip in the river, I readily agreed, anxious.