I continued massaging and stroked his softening cock as it slowly became less rigid. In keeping with him being a 19 year old man, his dick never actu...lly became flaccid….it only softened until it was semi-hard…still sticking impressively out from his torso, but with a little downward bend to the now 8” shaft.Still leaning with his elbows on the counter behind him, his foot still up on the chair, his legs spread wide, his beautiful cock sticking out in front of him, and his big ball sack. " I pointed in the general direction of the cupboard doors over the stove or at least I think I did. My eyes kept moving back towards the hem of the sweatshirt, hoping against hope I'd get another chance to see my mother's pussy. Mom turned away, trying to get things back to normal. She raised her arm and opened the cupboard door and then went to tiptoe to reach for the toaster, saying "How do you want your toast, buttered or - DAMMIT!" Mom realized too late that reaching for the toaster, she. "I don't know, Kevin," she replied. "I don't even know what I'm going to do now." Things will work out," I was trying my best not to let her slip back into her old, worried self."That's easy for you to say," she sighed. "You've got a job." Can I call you later this week?" I probed."How long are you going to be in town?" she asked. "Don't you have to be back to work on Monday?"Oh, shit, I thought. My lie is unraveling."Actually, Mel," I said sheepishly. I hoped she wouldn't mind one little. And although the entertainment was fixed for twelve o'clock, an hour previous to that time the balcony was filled with impatient and expectant guests, consisting of the favored part of the crew of the Pharaon, and other personal friends of the bride-groom, the whole of whom had arrayed themselves in their choicest costumes, in order to do greater honor to the occasion.Various rumors were afloat to the effect that the owners of the Pharaon had promised to attend the nuptial feast; but all seemed.