I thought of going to the door but mom came out and opened the door. Then I tried to watch in her eyes but she never looked at me. My heart was in my ...outh, I was waiting to hear what mom was gonna tell dad.Surprisingly, my dad asked about me and mom was just responding normally. Thank god! Mom did not complain about me.Then I went and lied on the bed, watching the ceiling. Suddenly, mom called me from the hallway.Mom: Sam, where are you? Come out for dinner.I went outside my room and I could. The last thing he wanted was to be faced with a limp-wristed, swishy-hipped, lisping faggot who had taken his only remaining virginity. He wasn't blaming anyone, though, or going on a guilt trip he had participated willingly and had a hell of a good time to boot. In fact, the mere fact that he had enjoyed himself so much was probably his only real concern. No girl had ever given him a blow job that was so good it made him scream. If nothing more, he thought, since he was basically trapped,. I could tell, and yet we both enjoyed the exhilaration of it; and I knew that when I did finally come, it would intensely pleasurable and rewarding, and so I just gave myself up to whatever Dean had in mind!"Oh---FUCK!" I said, when he suddenly let my cock slip out of his mouth (once again)."What's the matter, buddy?" I heard his voice from the other side of the tarp saying, and with an obvious note of humor to it! He was enjoying teasing the hell out of me."I'm SO CLOSE to coming!" I. I checked the clock...2:30. Geez, three more hours before the alarm. I tried for about a half-hour, but my sexual hunger and my wife's presence next to me would not allow sleep. I thought of going to the bathroom and jerking off knowing that would quench the need enough to get to sleep. Trouble was, I didn't just want to cum, I wanted sex. I wanted to make her cum as well. I carefully slipped off my Jockeys, which is the most I ever sleep in.Her back was to me and her arm was draped across her.