"Yes, Son." I took his stuck shaft in my hand. It was an opportunity, to show him. I caressed it. "See, that feels good."Hory was suspicious. "Are you...sure this is going to get you ready?" It will." I used his shaft to manipulate the head inside of me. Up and down, I stroked him and stroked my puss with his manhood. He felt the change, within a minute of my handling him."That is good, Ma. And I can feel your puss soften. It's getting wetter, right?"I looked away. I could not admit that.Hory. They would not shield their bodies from me, as (they presumed) I was not aroused by them. I dated women, but not those in the dance companies; relationships with those with whom you danced could get complicated, especially if the relationship soured.Our dance director was a student of dance, who drilled us on the subtleties of movement. He was especially focused on how men and women move and react differently. One’s gender informs all aspects of how we express physicality, without our ever. It was an oblong, glass-top table with the brownish canvas umbrella fully extended to block out the afternoon sun. After both were seated, I-Bar said, ‘We’re running out of time.’ Folsom sensed that it was him that was running out of time, but he didn’t want to sound too self-serving or panicked at this point. ‘I’ve been researching Sean Wallace as you requested and identified the properties that he owns here in Georgia and in Tennessee…’ ‘We’ll get to that,’ interrupted I-Bar. ‘I need to know. ‘Let your eyes enjoy…..’ she suggested, and his eyes swept over the ready curves of her body. She watched the pulse in his pink member, enjoyed its black uniformed setting, the threatening holster, all the police gear on his belt. He stood legs apart, trying to make his madly rolling balls comfortable… and then a deep, guttural groan rocked him. His muscular thighs jerked rapidly. A jet of semen shot forward, some coming far enough to hit Val’s thigh. The ivory flow was warm and sticky, and.