"You're not seeing him, are you, Mom? I mean, I know he's been calling you, asking you out. If you're the least bit interested in Jim, I wouldn't drea... of interfering." ... But he is awfully attractive, don't you think, Mom? And such a gentleman. I don't know what it is, exactly, but he just -- does it for me, you know? ... So if you and Jim don't have any chemistry, maybe I could take a shot at getting him up to the boiling point ... What do you think, Mom?"Oh, no, Mom! Of course I'm not in. And I’d guess we’re about equal lengths. So how would it be… if we went back to my motel and tried a little ‘docking’. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”She gave a lovely chuckle and clutched my crotch through my slacks. “What a delicious idea. No, I’ve never done it either, but I’ve always wanted to try it! Yeah, let’s do it, shall we?”I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as she added with a giggle, “I’m told it can be awfully messy!”“That’s OK – my bedroom has a huge walk-in shower.”We. Then Maria reached over and pulled down his briefs."Good heavens", Mr. Oliver thought to himself as the unexpectedly large flaccid penis plopped out of the boy's underwear. As his eyes drank in the smooth hooded knob on Timothy's thick uncut manhood, and the two massive testicles in the boy's low-hanging scrotum, his own manhood became erect rapidly.Noticing the bulge in Mr. Oliver's slacks, Maria winked at Ms. Alsover. Mission accomplished!As Mr. Oliver busied himself with setting up his easel. Her tits were perfect. Firm, perky and tanned, with little brown nipples. I set to work on them and slipped a hand into her tiny knickers. She undid my shirt and was rubbing my chest and working my nipples at the same time as undoing my trousers and freeing the big fella from my boxers.I dropped to my knees and pulled her shiny thong to one side and the sweet smell of her minge hit me as I started to lap at her smoothly waxed slit.She grabbed my head in both hands and pulled my tongue into.