She had wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft too, and was moving them in unison while her other hand rolled and caressed my balls in their sm...oth sack. I had been sick for a few days, and since I hadn’t jerked off for a while, I knew I was going to shoot quite a load. I was getting very close now, and I guess mom could tell because she began moving her mouth and hand even faster.The pressure deep in my groin had built to an almost unbearable level, and I could feel myself swelling as. He had a trimmed grey beard and was wearing a trucker cap. I felt like he was totally into this so I got out of my car and slowly and seductively walked over to the concrete picnic table that was right in front of his truck. Since his headlights were shining right on the table I figured this would give him a chance to get a good look at me. I dropped my purse on the table and stood there for a second before finally sitting down. I sat there running my fingers through my hair and looking sexy. He was patient and explained everything he did and why. I was a little sponge and learned everything I could.When my dad saw the pictures, he wasn’t happy. I looked like I was several years older. I don’t think he wanted to think I would ever grow up. What jumped off the page were my eyes. I’d somehow gotten steel blue-gray eyes that drew you in. Within a week, I’d booked my first job. Dad insisted that Mr. Grant had to take the pictures.From there things somewhat slowly took off. By the time I. We are so close but still apart. Then he leans closer still. He exhales and I feel his warmth on the nape of my neck … I can’t breathe. The air has caught in my throat. Then slowly I inhale. That imperceptible shift is all he needs. I can feel his hands on my waist and his mouth against my neck where seconds ago his breath had been. The bass is louder now. But not loud…heavy. I can feel the vibration through my bones. I can hear nothing but his breath. I feel the strength in those arms.