I started stroking it and I can honestly say it was so hard it actually hurt. What a turn on, I was just starting to feel comfortable when two guys in...military cammo came in and sat on a couch and just ignored the spectacle that was me . . . within a minute or so the men around me started leaving and there I was exposed and alone again. A few minutes go by and eventually one of the two military guys got up and left, the other waited a minute or so and started looking around as to see where he. Once inside, Mommy went to go take a shower and I couldn’t help myself. I was a bundle of nerves and snuck into the master bedroom while she was showering. The door to the master bathroom was closed while Mommy showered, and I hunted down the tennis shoes and socks she had worn. They were on the floor next to the walk-in closet. Bringing up the toes of her socks to my nose, I inhaled and fireworks went off in my brain as I replayed her tennis court humiliation of me while grabbing and stroking. His hand went berserk, jerking faster, pumping rapidly from the big cockhead to thick shaft base emerging out of the body and the balls sack. Being aware of hitting the climax in a second or two, Jim popped the cover off the plastic container but unfortunately the first forceful spurt flied out like a torpedo but the rest was milked neatly and expertly into the container and then breathing deep and relaxing, he brought the plastic container to his eye level, reading it almost half full and. ‘Touch me,’ he murmured and I unzipped his trousers, fumbling with the button and belt, longing to caress him there and give him pleasure. I wanted to feel that velvety hardness and stroke the sensitive tip. I needed to make him moan again and see the yearning for me reflected in his eyes. He was so hard and smooth beneath my fingers. I watched his face as I ran my hand up and down the rigid shaft and felt his hands lift my skirt. His fingers found the softness of my thighs and I moaned as his.