"Damn," Jack murmured to himself. "No wonder I am getting sore. I have got to think of something else." 5X7= 35, 6X12=72, 4X19=76," Jack thought. "Nop..., that isn't working," his mind continued with one of those internal conversations all of us have as another vision of his mom's bare breasts flashed through his head."Got to try something different," the young boy thought. "The square root of 81 is 9, the square root of 36 is 6, and the square root of 169 is 13" he continued. "Ok, that is a. She said ok, and we went to a private room. I ordered pakodas and all types of things that I knew she likes. Actually, I knew exactly what she likes to eat. After all, I was her neighbor and we shared dishes between the two houses almost every weekend.I wanted her to have some beer actually, that was on my mind. Also, I had a sense that maybe she also wants something more with me. I drank some of that chilled beer, had chaknas. She also had the chakna. She did not touch beer yet.I told her to. After Denise got the violist’s autograph, she looked at me and the violist annoyed before excusing herself when the violist seemed to be checking me out and ignoring everyone else. I was about to follow Denise down the stairs till the violist gently took me by the hand and turned me around, inviting me to join him in the VIP room. I nodded nervously and followed him in. Once inside, he shut and locked the door. I was confused but once more hypnotized when he looked me right in the eye. “So,” he. The touch even in the slightest sends pulsing waves of arousal threw my whole body I was moaning like a whore yet trying to keeping as quiet as possible.I began to masturbated for the next few minutes. Tracing my juicy inner lips with my fingers my hips pumping with my strokes. Gasping came from my lips. knowing I had little time I was on a bed timer and fighting every urge to stop and get my little toy. It would defenetly get me off fast. I wanted to milk it take nearly every moment to.