“How’s that honey’?” she asked softly.“That’s real good mom,” I replied, in a near whisper.Linda’s hand eased down my back and began e...ploring further, first down my spine to the small of my back, and then beneath my arms and then stopped.I held my breath; and I sensed she also was holding her breath.Then her hands came up and gently cupped my breast.“These are nice darling.”“Mm ... but too small.”“Hush; your barely fifteen!”“I know.”“Would you like some acupressure? I did some training for it. .up and down...Awww " I continue this slow delicate pumping never allowing him to spurt but keeping him on the very crumbling edge of it.Up and down slowly and barely touching using just my polished finger nails on the soft sheath of skin stretched and throbbing in front of me as I worked it.'Edging' is a major specialty of mine and I am really very good at it. Up and down again...watching as it grew tighter and again...and again... until at last I felt the slight giveaway little twitch that. "Yeah, I do like," I admit. It's funny, I don't know how many times I've heard the expression 'protected', but now I know.We just sit there quietly for a while, neither of us saying a word and I know my mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts... how did this happen, why, why to us and so on. But there's also another thought buried deep in the recesses of my mind too, wondering if Paul and I might end up sleeping together before this day has ended. Part of me hopes so and part is scared to. The boys swapped places and did their best to capture their lover on the piece of paper. All boys finished with their art work and lifted them up for the teacher to see and he was clapping his hands saying that the drawing were good enough to keep and pin them on their walls."You did good Harry, you got me right down to my cock and you didn't takelong to draw it." J.W said to him. "You are good as well but you filled me with a stiffy on the paper, and I didn't have one." Harry laughed. “Seen.