I reached behind me and touched her leg. “I hope you don't mind,” I said. “It's your massage,” she replied, “I just want you to be happy.�...�“Shall I just remove this towel?” she said. “Please,” I replied. She continued massaging my thighs, kneading my bum cheeks with her hot hands. “Is that OK?” she said. “More than OK,” I replied. Her hands went back to my thighs and squeezed gently, just touching my pussy as she did so. By this time I was feeling very horny and my ass rose to meet her. I thought he was talking to me but as I looked towards him I could see my mum taking his huge cock out of his boxers and start to put it into her mouth . This made me horny an hard again , i tried to slow dance more freely getting more confident an the more I danced the more my tight dress moved up exposing my young erection ."dance with him Jenny " Jane ordered Jenny started to gyrate to the music an came close to me , i put my hands on her hips feeling her smooth skin , she turned to face. Mom answered the phone, and I poured out my story to her. She knew I would never do anything like that, and said Dad would drive out and pick me up. Two hours later I was sobbing on his shoulder as he threatened the tournament officials with everything from simple assault to a lawsuit. But they refused to budge, citing my appearance and voice as confirmation of the medical findings.I cried the whole way home. Mom called her doctor, and got a prescription for something they said would make me. When I woke up, I dressed for the cold. Then I assembled my war club, put the baton in my cargo pants pocket, along with the two revolvers. Then I broke down the 12 gauge to wrap in a towel, which I had bought at Walmart at the same time as the Shotgun. I locked the small package it in the truck of my car. After all that I started on my morning walk. The walk along an unfamiliar road took a little longer than usual. I made it back about two hours later. I drove to the convenience store to.