Today's lunch table had been Queen Anne style with two new legs waiting for layers of varnish. Oscar walked in with one of those heavy bank purses pri...ted with the logo of a bank that had disappeared long ago in a merger. The zipper on top seemed huge. With great show he placed the purse on the table and took out wads of bills."Teacher," Oscar said, motioning Brendan to step forward. Oscar counted out $500 in twenties and pushed them across the table. Brendan scooped up the money and stepped to. In the closer frame, the dewing was much more apparent. But what really made the shot was a curl of hair, my hair, neatly framing my right nipple. That detail had gone unnoticed when I printed the picture the night before. The nipple was fully erect, stiff even. This, merged with with the taught musculature and the dewing, screamed sexual tension. Just looking at it brought hot flashes, and I am not normally much taken by visual erotica. As simple and anonymous as this picture was, I could. This is the story about my first summer working with Anne. Ch. 1I walk off the bus into the slightly humid air of the camp and I take a BIG sniff of the clean, pine-scented air. I sigh contentedly and shoulder my gear, walking towards the administration tent. I place my folder containing all of my required information on the table and say “Hi, I’m Matt and I’m working the Nature area this year. I’m here to check in?”. “Hi Matt! You’ve been working out?” Kary quips from behind her folding table. Finally she slipped her lips over the tip of Rob’s dick and slid her mouth over the entire end. Gradually she took more and more of her son’s dick into her mouth. Mrs. Jones finally was taking as much of its’ long length as she could. Mrs. Jones was sliding her mouth up and down Rob’s hard on and giving him an expert blow job! She thought to herself, “What am I doing? What if Rob wakes up? How can I explain to him what I am doing or why I am doing it?” Mrs. Jones didn’t care. The taste of her.