I let them drop to the floor and kicked them out of the way. My hard dick was hurting now, trying to get free of my pants. I stepped up closer to my m...m who was still sitting in front of me and had her eyes locked on my crotch. I grabbed the sides of my pants and started to pull them down. My cock got caught in my pants and was pulled downwards and at the last minute my hard cock sprung back up and bobbed about right in front of my moms face. Her eyes lit up as my cock swayed before her.. . there was no way that the soft tones of that instrument would ever make it through the morass of sound from the brass instruments to the ears of the people in the bleachers.After more than a half hour, Mr. Harris, the newly hired marching drill instructor, saw me in the bleachers and came to visit me."Ah, Mr. Crittenhouse. Have you reconsidered the marching band?"I laughed. "I have enough stuff on my plate right now, sir." I waved toward the band. "I was noticing how different the acoustics. Curling the tip of his tongue his found his way to the hard delicate bud beneath. “Oh Simon, that’s perfect!” she gasped, her face pressing against the bulge in his trousers. As Simon licked and sucked her, Beth unzipped his trousers and pushing her fingers inside his jeans. She carefully pulled his cock out of his shorts as if it was her most prized possession. She felt Simon stop his teasing of her clit. He was now motionless except for his heavy breathing. Simon struggled to contain. Trying not to think about what I was going, not to notice how he was playing with my breasts, how he was pulling my nipples one my one into his mouth slobbering all over them, twisting his tongue all over my round heavy globes before sticking it beck in my mouth as I was riding him like a whore&hellip, I was going slow at first, but started picking up the pace little bit little as to get this over with before my body would totally betray me again&hellip, -Youre incredibly skilled Jasmine, more.