“It's okay honey, This happens all the time as I don’t have much of a social life with my work and my size makes me seem obvious. No harm, no foul...” “It must be tough on you, I mean, you are constantly on the go and can’t form any relationships.” “Well at my age, it isn’t that important. I’m sixty-five and will work another year or two and retire to the Bahamas.” “Wellll, I still think its not very healthy, either mentally or physically,” and with that comment she let her hand cross my lap. “Oh. She would always stop me if my hands would stray slightly above her knees and under the hem of her dress.Then came the Saturday, that was the day of my sixteenth birthday. It was two o’clock in the afternoon. I knew that ma wouldn’t be home until six. I had stripped naked and stretched out on my bed. I was jacking off my erect, over seven inch cock as I looked at the pictures in the catalog.I was startled when ma’s voice said, “Well, what have we here? Your birthday and you are celebrating by. We leapt guiltily apart as if scalded. “’Good evening,” the man greeted us in a broad local accent as we sprang apart, hastily adjusting our clothes. “Um… Hi…!” Jake stammered as I cowered behind him, grateful to the darkness for hiding the burning fear and embarrassment on my face. “Wonderful view,” he stammered, obviously just as embarrassed as I was. “There are a lot of wonderful views round here,” the man smiled knowingly. “I hope you two have a nice evening.” The double meaning was. (What am I doing wrong?) I thought I was as consistent but, as time passed, he didn't seem to be getting anywhere, no nearer a climax."God damn it," he muttered, clearly summarizing what I’d thought as he pulled out of my mouth and backed away from the hole."What's wrong with you?" the tattooed man asked."I told I wasn't worked up enough. And it's nothing to do with whoever is over there. She's doing great but it's not enough.”I heard shuffling sounds, and what I thought was the sound of a.