You know it's naughty to be doing that in front of me?”“Yes Mum, but you look great.”My brain tried to play games with itself.“Are you masturb...ting to my skirt?”He wasn’t sure how he should answer but managed to croak, “Yes, Mum… I’m masturbating to your new skirt.”We were just standing there in the middle of the living room.He was wearing an undershirt, a pair of his Y-front briefs pushed down to his knees, and I stood in front of him wearing a pleated, blue miniskirt.This will sound. “Wade, you have made three people very proud of you here today. I hope I live to see the day you have a houseful of boys and girls wearing hats, boots and jeans - laughing as they run across the barnyard to get on their horses.”“Manny...”“Don’t you say anything else, Wade! You’ll have both of us wiping tears in front of this crowd.”“One day, I’ll tell you, no matter where we are.”“Okay, one day ... just don’t do it today. I’m about to run over right now, as it is.”Before we had our horses in. She presses my hand firmly against her and rubs her wet pussy against me.Reaching over, she wraps her hand around my shaft and slowly pulls my foreskin down. My head falls back and I close my eyes, moaning out.“You like that, don’t you?” she asks rhetorically.She quickly pulls my foreskin up as far over my head as she can and repeats her movement, retracting me gently, slowly revealing my entire pink head. She watches my mouth fall open as I gently thrust my hips up.“You love your foreskin. As your legs spread it actually caused your cunt to gape just a bit, giving me a peek at its luscious pink interior. We had a wonderful dinner, chatting excitedly about so many things that I couldn’t even begin to remember them all. There was so much for the 5 of us to catch up on, and so much sexual heat and innuendo between us that it was hard to keep the spoken conversation separate from the un-spoken one from time to time. As we were sitting side-by-side, across from the boys there was no.