.. my hands come to rest on your face. I then feel yours slip on my tail. You press my cock and then feel a return. Delicately, you lower my fly, pull...my tail out to stroke it in the air. Your soft, warm hands begin to come and go, sliding my skin down my pole. Then you step aside, undo my pants, while kissing my body. Our eyes meet, our eyes caress. Then your head comes up to my excitement. I close my eyes and feel that you play passing my glans gently on your face, your cheeks, your lips. You. Her breathing was deep and ragged but slowed into peace.I had actually been here to hear my mother orgasm. I remained quiet, crouched just inside the door. Spent with emotion. I thought it was beautiful.Beautiful but lonely.Very quietly, I crept back to my room and pretended to be up to go to the bathroom. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and the sound of my stream was loud in the house.I snapped off the light and paused, listened. Silence. Taking a deep breath, I walked down, not. The schedule was very similar to two years before when I was a freshman. We were to play at Pinehurst the Friday that Mr. Oldham and Suzanne were away. He assured me that he and Suzanne would come to the rest of the games.I looked over at Suzanne to see if there would be a reaction. She playfully snatched the schedule out of his hand. At first I thought she was counting the remaining games in the schedule but when she spoke it was about something else she had spotted."Are you giving Josh a gift. “So what were your plans for tonight?”, “Well I did want to go out and watch a movie…”, she smiled, “Well then, mind if I tagged along with you?”, “Of course not!”, with that she sat back more relaxed and we started talking about various little things. Later just before closing time she left to “freshen up”. After closing and cashing up, I went home to take a shower and get dressed, just after I got dressed she phoned me again, “So are you going to let me stand outside the whole time?”, I.