"No, and I'm not quite ready to call it a night either," I replied.With that, we started kissing each other, like we had twice before, except we were ...lone now. We were alone in a bed, not a freezer or a McDonalds playland. We could do whatever we wanted. As we kissed longer, I began to untie the strings on her bathrobe as she started to pull my shorts down. We both broke our heated kiss and I removed her bathrobe, leaving Megan in just her purple lacy bra and matching panties. She took my. I know just where to touch you, just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of teasing before allowing you that sweet release.My fingers inside you seek out your sweet spot as I replace my thumb on your clit with my tongue. Flicking your bean, in turn hard, then softly, lips sucking, teeth gently grazing against you, then back to my tongue now lapping, licking, flicking.Your body shakes gently, always a good sign. I drag my fingers back and forth, the tips grind smoothly inside. But I had an erection that hurt. I then decided, overwhelmed by the excitement, to go ahead and release my cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my mother looked briefly at what I was doing, so she forced herself to watch only TV.I was very excited, I'm not sure why, it wasn't so much the porn movie, that I had seen so many times, I was masturbating there in front of my mother, I was like a little boy proud to shamelessly show his hard penis to his mother. I was not attracted to. The over-bright O.R. lights have been raised into the rafters replaced with more gentle hidden full-spectrum fluorescents, the gynecologist table is retracted beneath the big, bed-size central platform (which is again covered with a taut, white sheet). The hidden speakers have switched from the Cuban beat to sounds reminiscent of obscure, smoky, New Orleans night spots. Finally the “f-machine” has risen up on its scissor-legs to a height of about a half meter above the platform and is parked.