The only thing presenting itself was the hose clipped to the house's back wall. Sighing, I turned it on Karen, who decided to treat it as a game. When...she finished capering under the spray, I got her on to the paved terrace, and then inside, dripping all the way. Digging some old towels out of the hallway cupboard to sop up the track of water she'd left, I stowed her in the bathroom, telling her I'd be back with a dressing gown. It didn't take too long to clean up, so I headed into her disaster. He told Mark that he masturbated in the hallway halfway through observing them.At that point, Pak got very upset. Clearly, admitting that he had homosexual urges was a huge step for him. He started to cry and Mark walked over to comfort him. As Mark got close, he realized that he was only wearing a towel and still sticky with sweat and cum. He told Pak that he wanted to hug him, but that he needed to take a shower.Pak didn’t seem to mind. He reached out and hugged Mark tightly around his neck.. ” I turn away from my husband’s tool bench in the garage. The weather is hot; summer in our town always is. Today it’s at least one hundred degrees. Suddenly, it feels hotter than that. My neighbor’s son stands shirtless in the driveway; his baggy shorts hang low around trim hips. He’s not wearing boxers, and a shiver races through me despite the heat. His cock, which I know to be long and thick, hangs heavily, tenting the cotton khaki of his shorts. I lick my lips. “How are you today?” he. Jessie stood over me, his eyes staring at me hungrily as I scooted back, resting my head on his pillows. I spread my legs wide and held out my hands. "Come to Momma," I whispered.Jessie climbed between my legs, stopping to just kneel there and stare at my naked body, breasts heaving and pussy lips spread, revealing my shiny, wet flesh. "Son, please fuck me. I've dreamed of this moment. Fuck me, Jessie."My son nearly flung himself onto me, his weight pressing down on mine as he thrust his hips.