J.’s with my string bikini under my shorts and a top. I just went through the gate and to the pool. If someone was home, usually him, he would alway... come out to see me. This time no greeting, so I just dove in for a quick dip and then prepared to lay out. That is when I heard the sounds.At first, I could not identify them or where they were coming from, but I followed the sound. It was coming out of their master bedroom that overlooked the pool. The curtains were drawn; I could not see in. But. I was a fifteen-year-old country boy; a big, shy, Georgia plowboy with a wanderlust that made it hard for me to stay home on the farm. I had stayed though, because my ma and pa were older and I was all they had. We weren't rich plantation owners; instead we were proud independent farmers scratching out a fair living from the red Georgia clay. We grew corn and raised hogs mostly but pa also made some locally famous corn squeezin' liquor. Ma frowned on the liquor but didn't forbid it as long as. Please let me feel that wonderful thick cock inside my pussy again.” Lisa was almost begging her mother to let her play with her handsome young play toy. Margaret’s climax subsided; she caught her breath once more and relaxed her grip on Ben’s muscular young body. Her satisfaction could not be hidden though, it was written all over her face. Margaret’s beautiful smile needed to be kissed, and Ben was more than happy to oblige. “Lisa’s turn with you Ben. You are so wonderful baby. I can't. I tried to act all innocent, but I know I must have looked totally guilty.He looked down at me. For the first time he looked at the blanket over me and I was so worried he could see the shape of my hands between my legs.In complete surprise he asked, "Oh God, s*s - are you - touching yourself?"I realized I was caught and I whimpered, "I can't help it..."He thought for a second and asked, "Should I leave?"I responded with a needy, "Oh no - Please - Don't go!"At that point, both of us were silent.