"Tell me what you want," he said, sharply. "I want...I want..."His thumb sped up. I was close to the edge, and he knew it. "Tell me!" I want to come!"...Say it again!" I want to come!" You want to come, SIR! Say it!"Oh, God, what was he doing to me? "I want to come...sir..." Louder, bitch!"Yes, oh, yes I said it, louder.And then, fat, out of shape slob that he was, Cameron's next move hadthe grace of a dancer. He scooped my legs onto his shoulders, pushedforward, and - miraculously, somehow,. Good job." I believe that was the longest I had lasted between the two times mymother jacked me off prior to last night. "Thanks mom." "But remember no masturbation until tonight just beforeyou go to bed. Make sure to get me before you do it so I can time you." Okay mom." She got out of the bathtub and left the room. I took a shower and atesomething and left for school. It became a regular thing between my mother and me both on nights thatwe did have sex, as well as those we didn't. . I can hardly wait to hear how it goes.”“There’s no cell service out there so you’ll just have to be patient.”This is the story about that event as I told it to Suzy:“I flew out to Bobby’s and during the long drive to the lake we had a good chance to talk. He had told her, very diplomatically of course, that this trip was for more than getting away from the kids for a while. He had shared how he learned about sex from Suzy (this got a gasp from Becky) and some of the later learning experiences. In contrast, Denise felt like an ogre in Jacquí’s company. On those rare days when she felt well above average on the attractiveness scale, Jacquí would arrive at the office in a sleek and stylish new designer suit and steal what little attention Denise hoped to garner. The leggy blonde epitomized sexy and had enough smarts not to need good looks to succeed in the business world. To add insult to injury, she had the nerve to be one of the nicest people Denise had ever met. No one, not even.