With the entire room deadly silent, Jenny could only find the words to say, “I’m just here to help Sally Mrs Trent.”Pam let out a little straine... laugh and said, “With what Jenny? Guiding these cocks into my daughter’s cunt?”Jenny was now feeling scared and confused as to where this was going and as she looked away she quietly said, “No Mrs Trent.” Pam could see that this was making it awkward for Jenny and decided to find out in another way why she was really there. She kept smiling at her to. Then I squeeze my balls, running one finger up the shaft of my cock ..."You want this?"Laura's breathing heavily. I take her hand, open her fingers and close them around my rod. I gasp. She doesn't move her hand, just holds my cock, feeling it throbbing."Suck me." Jim, I can't, I've never -" You've never sucked a cock?" Jim, this is all wrong -"But I don't want to hear it. "I want to see you naked. Come on. Take your top off. I want to see your tits because they look fucking. If not you will certainly have shocked and silenced them and they will think twice before tormenting you again."Sheila looked even more shocked at this piece of advice from mother to son and it was my turn to laugh."After today mother, I might just come to you for more advice on how to deal with the opposite sex. I did not realise what a goldmine of information you would prove to be." Your mother, my boy is an honours graduate in psychology and a highly trained counsellor, but I don't think you. Every soaring caterwaul would make my skin crawl and the dead, thump of the fat kid at the back with the bass drum, usually added to the general funereal dreadfulness of the evenings. I would trot out the requisite praise to the general populace, but I couldn't help wondering if they were all being as tactful as I was (i.e. lying through their gritted teeth.) So it was that I had already begun to cast about in dread for a some sort of excuse to leave the audience even before the children.