I was deeper in heaven. It was one thing to look between my mother's legs, but to touch them, now that was real heaven. In my mind, I pictured the pan...ies my hand was in such close proximity to. I wondered what color she was wearing. Were they yellow or red to match the colors on her dress, or simply plain white? We stopped for a longer respite to pick a new piece to play, each of us providing one hand to hold the books, as if our other one, idle through the music, wasn't useful for any task.. As I began the last few strokes to orgasm she stopped me. She put a hand on my arm and pulled it from my cock. “I wanna make you cum” she whispered to me. I was breathing heavily. I was amazed and slightly annoyed at the same time. I needed to cum. Twice I had been almost there and twice she had stopped me. The pressure between my legs was immense. She must have seen this in my eyes since she said “Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it, I promise”. If she had touched my cock then I would have cum, so. One Friday night in early spring we were all invited to a party, to celebrate spring break. So all three of us as well as many of our friends decided to go. Once at the party the scene was amazing. Music pumping, the girls and guys were everywhere. I had the thought of how the party was still going since there were so many people there. As we walked around I saw many girls I would have loved to sleep with. The more alcohol consumed by all the less clothing that was worn. I must have danced with. "Ummm, no offense meant, Mr. J.!" None taken, young man... er... lady. I am beginning to see yourpoint.Nick tossed some long red hair from in front of his face and tried topush up glasses along the bridge of his nose out of habit that weren'tthere any more. "Oh, yeah If you think boys are so disgusting, then whyare you always mooning over Bill and Tom and George?" I resent that!" You resemble that you mean!" I resemble YOU! But I meant you're the only boy I find disgusting,you little.