Taking care not to touch his cock itself and trigger another face full of semen, I began to stroke his waist, then his hips, then his thighs, blowing ...ently on the head and shaft of his cock all the time. He shivered. “You like that?” I asked softly. “Mmmm!” The answer was obvious. I knew how much boys did enjoy this part of the foreplay. Any remaining softness in his cock was now gone; it stood firmly pointing towards my face, an impressive few degrees above horizontal, its smooth round head. Dianna walked to class smiling, feeling warm inside. ‘Matt likes me,’ she thought. ‘He likes me for me, and not what he can get from me.’ Knowing that made her feel warm inside. She was standing next to the pickup, waiting for Matt, after school let out. Matt smiled at her as he walked across the parking lot. ‘Been waiting long?’ he asked. She shook her head and said, ‘No, I just got here.’ Matt held the door for her, and she climbed in. He walked around to his side, got in, started the engine,. He moved closer to his mother and kissed the middle-aged woman tenderly on the cheek. He had not yet told her of the sexual experiments that he had carried on with his brother and sister. That would have to wait until the woman was calmer and more aware of things. In the meantime, there was only one way to make up for years of deprivation. Already Frank could feel himself getting aroused at the prospect.For the first few moments, Catherine sat like a statue, hardly aware of her son's presence.. His voice grew hoarse from shouting and he abandoned his vocal efforts for the moment, even though shouting into the darkness seemed to keep the throbbing agony in his leg at bay. He lay back, groaning loudly at the effort, gasping, already exhausted from his efforts.He realized now that he’d been too merciful with that Cutberg woman; he should have killed her when he had her in his grasp. But he saw her capitulation and recognition of his mastery in her eyes. She shouldn’t have been able to.