He was evil, he was wicked, he was the most sensual, erotic man she had ever encountered. She knew if she spoke or moved, she would regret it, she did...not move a muscle. His hand moved slowly, almost agonizingly up his long shaft, she could see the grip of his hand on the base, applying pressure as his fist rose closer to the head, and then a quick snap over the head, and a light return to the base. She could see the first hint of pre cum on the head, it gleamed like diamonds in the dark. It. She had made no illusions that she thought the story had disgusted her, making the predictable noises and comments throughout our conversation. Though, I thought vengefully, she had stayed till it was complete.That left Sheryl and I.Sheryl took another long drink of her beer and finally found the nerve to look at me. "I probably should not have said anything?"No fucking kidding, Ben will make sure the rest of our peers knows that Sheryl is a lesbian. No one will care that Madeline is, we would. I waited until he made his exit, it was as hasty as his entrance. I don't know if he knew that I knew what was going on, (but then if I didn't, why did I give that hump on the glass for him to see?) but at least he missed the spectacle of his mother cumming too, not thirty seconds after his departure. That would have been embarrassing! I admitted it to myself, once I was recovered. If he wasn't my son, I might be tempted. Still, I viewed our (almost) mutual masturbation as a "one-off" as. “Give us a hand to get the cunt in the fucking chair,” Nobby asked so I gave him a hand.The pedo looked a right prat with his stupid little cock hanging out.“Right, make the first insertion here,” Nobby said as he weilded the oldest bluntest stanley knife I have ever seem. The blade sliced the skin open and the pedos bollocks dropped out of his ball sack in a mixture of piss and blood.“Better out than in,” Nobby laughed and he caught them in a fucking coffee jar as he snipped the tubes and.