When Robin again joined his dad in the workshop two days later, Malcolm continued speaking about sexual matters.Robin was again thrown by his father�...s directness and uncomfortably shrugged as the topic of masturbation got raised.“Let me guess?” Malcolm persevered, breaking the impasse. “At least three times a day?”“Yeah,” Robin shyly answered.“That’s perfectly normal,” Malcolm replied. “Even though I’m married, I still wank at least once a day,” Malcolm admitted.After a brief lull in their. He then took my hand and kept it on his cock. The cock had become very stiff and hard and was pulsating and itching to come out.It also felt hot. I was feeling Rahul's cock and he whispered in my ears to open the zip and pull it out. I opened the zip and pulled out the cock. Oh, it was so hard stiff and big...I had never seen any grown up cock in my life. The cock started pulsating uncontrollably in my hands. I looked at Mala. She too had pulled out Arun's cock and was playing with it. Arun was. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t speak. I was red in the face and walked quickly to the door, opening it and letting her walk in before me. She just smiled. “Aren’t you going to say good morning to me, Professor?” “Good Morning, Cassie,” was all I could think of to say and I went straight to my office, hoping nobody had noticed our exchange or, more importantly, the telephone pole in my pants. After a few minutes, a soft knock on my door woke me from my fantasy of having this beautiful woman.. They were little over twenty years old, and stripped to the waist. Their jobs obviously kept them in excellent shape. When one of them looked up and saw me admiring them, he smiled shyly. I suddenly became embarrassed, and turned away, and went back into my bedroom.During the two days that they had been working on our swimming pool they had been officially polite, almost deferential. Although I called them by their first names, Larry, and Tom, I was "Ma'am" and "Mrs. Eastman" to them.Because.