Marie times it perfectly.I stand barely two feet from her, torso arched, stroking myself closer and closer to orgasm. Her recital nears its climax jus... as I do.On the edge of erupting across the floor and perhaps her cello as well, I force myself to stop. My slippery, mushroom-shaped cock tip is crimson red. The veins on my cock shaft are distended and pulsing.Marie casts her cello aside and kneels before me. Her lips wrap around my cock head, sending waves of pleasure through every synaptic. Night, Mom." Night, boys."It was chilly in the morning but clear, and shaped up to be a fine day. I had the use of one of the company trucks which had an extended cab so there was plenty of room for all of us. We went across the river where the state was having a bridge built by another construction company. We turned east, and three miles farther on we came to the construction that was being performed by the Bastion Construction Company.The roadbed was graded for two miles and then it turned. Why didn’t you tell me how much fun it was to play with these things?” She shifted in her chair again, “Or how uncomfortable it is to hide it.” As Violet watched, Kathleen got up, the front of her skirt being pushed out by something long and semi-hard. She walked back and forth a bit, watching her crotch area. “Makes you wonder how boys keep these hidden in a pair of jeans.” Violet laughed at that, her eyes never having left the now-obvious bulge at her sister’s crotch. Kathleen paused. “Do you. My cock was so hard I pressed it against the side of the table to get some relief.I became bolder and moved my hands higher to the level of the towel. My probing fingers were no more than six inches from mom’s cunt.Mom suddenly realized that she was exposed, and quickly closed her legs.“I think this is enough. I’m more relaxed than ever. Thank you for such a wonderful massage.”Again she managed to get off the table without exposing anything of real interest to a horny male.I was afraid that I’d.