.. excited, so what's the big deal?"I just stood there. She just watched. I slowly brought my hands up, hooked my fingers in the waistband and waited ... beat for her to respond. She said nothing. I was going to do it again, I realized. I was going to show my beautiful mother her son's raging erection. "What if I told you," I asked quietly, "that I was just for you? That this cock," I slowly drew the shorts down until my penis bounced out freely, "Was yours and yours alone?"Judy just sat there. The discussion would have gone on but the guy in the adjoining booth wasn’t waiting for an invitation. I pointed to the hole in the wall and Susan was surprised to see the purplish head of a very nice cock poking into our booth. I reached up and lightly stroked the head with my fingertips. We heard a deep moan from the other side of the wall as the stranger pushed his cock all the way in through the hole. It was a very nice one, 7” or so, cut, fairly thick, and very hard. “Yes or no?” I asked. ”By now my shirt was completely unbuttoned and his soft hands were sensuously massaging my plump firm breasts. He squeezed my nipples tenderly as I worked on his penis and then I noticed a small droplet of clear liquid oozing from the small hole at the tip. Almost instinctively I bent my head forward and licked it off. He gasped slightly and I realised how sensitive my touch had been. It was so easy and so natural just to take the tip of his cock into my mouth and the more I sucked on it the. . I just can’t get my head around you,” I reply in all seriousness.She greets me with a look of wonder as I move my hand to tuck her hair behind her left ear.“You shouldn’t let your hair cover your face,” I say with a hint of affection, hoping not to sound condescending.She feigns a sweet smile as she looks off to the side, obviously slightly embarrassed. I shift my weight a little forward so that I can lift her head with two fingers. She looks back up at me. I use the back of my fingers to.