With so much planned, I really wanted a quiet restful evening. I couldn't wait to hit the couch for a little R & R.As I came into the house, the first...thing that struck me was the silence. The boys did not come charging at me from two different directions to throw their arms around me and bombard me with all they had done that day. Strange. Passing through the kitchen to grab a drink, I noticed a note on the counter in my wife's neat handwriting. I guessed she must have run out to do some. She looked at him with a hidden expression for a moment before her bow-lips quirked upwards in a smile and she shook her head at him.“Jason, Jason, Jason.” She said, amusement bubbling under the surface of her rich voice. “You didn’t handle that very well.”“I know that.” Jason said shortly. He roamed his eyes boldly over his art teacher; he wasn’t sure what exactly was going on here, but he was far more confident in himself than he used to be. He saw that Karla noticed him looking at her, but. You know how much I love watching you drool over me like that and the sight is almost more than I can take. Unfortunately my trembling foot decides to end this interlude as it slips on the tub floor and almost dumps me on my ass, bringing an abrupt end to our play.As we are getting dressed to go to dinner, I tell you something that has always been on my mind when you take me orally. "I just never can figure out if you really want me to cum on your face, tits, or in your mouth. When I ask if you. As they lowered, his dick came into view. It pointed almost straight up, probably about six-inches long and just about big enough to wrap my hands around (or so I imagined) and looked almost painfully hard. He had to bend to pull off his jeans and underwear, so we lost eye contact for a moment and I was able to recover some of my composure… until he stood back up and, instead of grabbing his dick with a fist, like I thought he would, he simply ran his middle finger up the underside of it,.