I kiss your collarbone, and scrape my teeth over your chest to your nipple. I hear you take in a sharp breath, and move across to the other side, teas...ng you unexpectedly. I scrape my teeth down your body, and wrap my mouth over the head of your cock through your shorts. You moan, and I look up at you through my eyelashes. I hook my hand underneath your underwear and shorts and pull them down. I gasp as your erect penis springs free from its confinement. Your head sinks further into the pillow. Melinda held forth a leather skirt for John to wear to the amphitheater.The long leather strips of the skirt easily parted over his erection, which hadn't flagged a bit since he drank the potion Pandora gave him. If anything, John thought he was harder now than he had been when the two girls had been toying with his cock and balls.The quartet exited their private chambers and moved back through the main ballroom where the party was still in full swing. The only difference between the activities. After what seemed like an hour, but actually was only a few minutes, I heard her bedroom door open."Come here son, I want to show you something."The only light in the room was from two large candles on her bureau. I walked in."What do you want to show......" I stopped, not being able to speak. I must have stood there like a k** in a candy store. Mouth open, eyes popping out of my head. The bulge in my pants getting harder.There she was, my mom, laying on the bed in a very sheer night gown, not. Ever so slightly a touch, and he shivered a bit form the sensation. Moving to his pit, I buried my nose in it's bush, and slowly breath in his masculine mansmell. Not too strong, but definitely man. Switching to the right pit, and doing the same, he flashed a slight smile at me. We were both already down to boxers—ya I usually brought some on the road. I could see he was already getting boned up. Typically, he shouldn't expect nothing less than the way it had always been—rough and to the point..