In fact I kind of had one myself I hate to admit. Billy seemed to await orders, but when none came, he beganto undress, also blushing a little, loo...ing embarassed at me. "And, um, you Timmy?" I was half expecting and almost hopingfor mom to ask me to stay and strip also. But she asked Billy whatthe normal routine was for spectators. To my disappointment hesaid male spectators were never allowed. Mom nodded, saying shethought that was a good policy. As Billy stood humbly naked with his. My foot was moving up and down without me knowing and I was sweating terribly, I have never been good at interviews. Suddenly a woman walked threw the door and approached me offering her hand. "Hello, your here for the interview? Follow me please" she said as she led me down the corridor to an interview room. This woman was stunning. She had blond hair tied up, long legs and a very big ass, her breasts were just the right size aswell. I hated being interviewed by attractive women, it always. Carol straddles her son, gripping his cock and massaging it to arousal while burying his face in her bosom. She makes him nurse her breasts, and even though Carol is in a state of horror -- I have not extended her the mercy of leaving her u*********s while she ****s her son -- she cannot help thinking how good his face feels there, just like it had all those years ago, when he was a tiny c***d extracting nourishment from his mother.She plays with his blond hair and his face, and runs her tongue. Glancing at her watch, she discovered it was late morning."Well, well, look who finally woke up," Sandy said. "I guess if I had dreams like her I'd stay in bed too." Enough of that!" Professor Hill almost shouted, his forcefulness out of character for the mild-mannered man. "We will be spending the weekend together so we will be civil to each other. Understand?"Everyone nodded, but Jenny's eyes fired darts at Sandy and then turned to look at Nick. As usual, the athlete seemed to be thinking.