I took in the smell of his full musk and could feel him bend over. Then I realized I could feel him unbuttoning my pants and his fingers touched and s...ueezed the head of my penis. While I continued tonguing I reached under and gently tugged his balls. Then I wanked his cock. Pretty soon both could feel we were wet at the same time.I got up and soon my pants were completely gone and I turned around so my back was to his dick. I loved the feeling of his penis (proabably 5.5 inches) as he rubbed. “I’m sorry, Steve, but he is not home. And I tried calling him...he’s not picking up his cell!”“I know...I tried that too! Can you please give this bag to him? It’s from his mom and me! As I don't see him that often and he become so independent, I wanted to let him know with this present. Please let him know I have been here!”“I sure will do, Steve. Have a lovely day!”“You too, Margret!” and she closed the door.I came out in the kitchen, where I saw mom put a bag on the dinner table.“It's from. But, if anything did, it wasn't going to be me who made the first move. Frightened I might not be, but worried I was. I had no experience at all to tell me what to do.The day seemed to pass really quickly for me. Oh, I concentrated on the work, but any look of Amanda's, any slight touch in passing, just made me shiver inside. It was really strange. I'd never felt like that before and I fretted that she would see my disquiet and not go through with whatever I assumed she'd got planned. I did. Teri had gathered several large pillows on the floor on the bear skin rug. Trish and I sat down on the long leather sofa. Tracy was curled up in my oversized leather lounge chair with the remote control in her hand. She pushed the play button and then skipped through the ads and promos to get right to the feature. The Passion of Chris was the first selection. I was slightly uncomfortable with the play on what I consider to be a fine and somewhat sacred film, but I dismissed my urge to.