“Good, um...” Cassie hesitated as she leaned still closer to me and also placed her right hand on my chest as she leaned forward. “This is reall... hard for me to bring up, Eric, oh, I’m not even sure I should, but, do you mind? This is really personal, I mean? Maybe too personal?”I could smell Cassie’s Chanel perfume, I felt the softness of her dark, almost black hair against the side of my face, and I could feel her hot breath against the skin of my face and neck. I wanted to hold off on. Oh my god, it was her panty and i was so excited. I thought i should stop but i was too hot. I slowly started moving my hand on the top of her panty and it was feeling so good. By this time i was too afraid to move further so i took out my hand and waited silently for some time watching her reaction. She was still sleeping. After 5 minutes or so, i decided to enter my hand inside her panty. So i again touched her panty. I could not decide from where shall i enter my hand as perhaps her panty. . top to bottom and then swirling around the top over and over... Your balls are in my hand and I gently massage them... I can't stand it any more I want to suck your cock completely and plunge my mouth down taking your length as far as I can. Your hips buck in response to my mouths slippery path along your cock. Sucking up and down... pulling you deep inside ready to accept the entire load I know you are not going to keep long from me.You try to reach me to touch and I wont let you, even. Unfortunately, that was the exact time that my mom decided to come home from work and find her sweet boy on his knees giving one of his friends a blowjob. Because the situation was so awkward, she made the boys go home before I could finish and I spent the rest of the day listening to a lecture about the evils of "being queer."I thought things had died down when, a couple of weeks later, I had my friends over on another Saturday. Danny and I got on my mom's bed with Susan between us and she.