My erection kept throbbing and lurching, wanting a warm hole to hide in.Once she looked at me through half-opened lids and asked, "Honey, do you know...what you're doing to me?"I just smiled and nodded. Each time she had climaxed I felt her legs stiffen and watched her toes point like a ballerina. Each time I had felt the shaking in her body as it was transmitted to me every place we touched. And I had watched the little wet spot in the crotch of her shorts grow until a blind man would have seen. I feel awful. That's never happened before. I tried not to land on anyone. I usually don't. I'll have to apologize to him when I find out who he is," Brenda mused."Well, if it makes you feel any better, he said it was his own fault. He said he was trying to catch you so you wouldn't get hurt." He was?" Brenda said in surprise. "Did he say who he was?" I have it here in my notes," the doctor said, looking at her clipboard. "Randall McCulloch, age twenty-five, student, Coddington. Looks like he's. I had always figured my mom did a regular bikini trim, with the big patch of hair all the way down. I instinctively reached down and started to stroke myself.All I could think of is my mom had watched me play with myself and then went to her room, Laid back on her bed like in her picture and fingered her pussy.And she did it while thinking of ME!"I think your son would love to see you like that" I responded."I know I would!"She sent back a wink first then replied, "I don't know if he would be. That afternoon I met Don and Lenny at a really nice penthouse and it amazed me that there could be such a vast difference in lifestyle when the two places were a short walk apart. That is the crazy thing about New York: wealth and poverty are right on top of each other. This place had a view of Central Park and it was being remodeled. I had to wear paper booties on my shoes because the people still lived there and they had white carpet. That is something you would never see in a lower-rent.