“I mean, there’s really not much to tell about that.”Gabriella seemed cautious as she responded, as if she might offend me. “Well, Serenity me...tioned you don’t have any friends, so does that mean you sit alone for lunch?”“I try to,” I admitted. “I usually don’t socialize with anyone, although I’m not exactly rude either. If someone talks to me, then I’ll respond most of the time. But I also don’t make an effort to keep a conversation going.” I shrugged. “I think most people have gotten used to. I was starting to wonder just how far this was going to go and at the same time, maybe hoping a little, while still trying to stop my cock from getting too hard just in case it was all in my imagination.As my cock was resting down between my legs, hanging over my balls, she was able to finish cleaning my torso without anything happening and then moved down to my feet and started to move up my legs. As she got to the top of my legs, her hands brushed against my balls a couple of times, seemingly. " It was. I parked on the side of the inn. Diana got out and shouted: "Hoo-ee!" A somewhat stout woman can out and gave her a big hug."Mum, this is Gordy. Gordy, Mum." "How do you do, Mrs. Prince?" "Oh, aren't you elegant! C'mon in. Bring your tackle. Di'll show you where to sling it." That set the tone for the weekend. Mr. Prince was a thin, tired man. He was more interested in food and such than in anything else. He said he was considering selling up – developers were interested."Because of. I was transfixed and mom noticed me staring. She touched the wet spot and played with it in between her fingers. There was something sexy about that moment which made my already semi-erect dick jump a bit more. Mom tasted the sticky substance and realised it was sweet.With the basket on my laps, she rummaged around inside to see what had leaked. Her violent jolts had an undesirable effect on me in that it further stimulated my hardening cock. She pulled out a jar of honey that was nearly empty.