A term from the now dead and gone world that had once meant Be On the Look Out. His thick brown hair framed his boyish face, and Myra found it difficu...t these days to stay angry with him even when he did act like a teenager. Even so, she wasn’t ready to let him off of the hook just yet. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you instead of the buck,” she snapped as he crossed the distance between them. ‘I still might, if you weren’t so damn cute, you bastard,’ she didn’t add. Turning without waiting any. " I moved my hand down and lifted the dress right up and stroked her thigh. Her panties were now showing but she didn't stop me. She looked at the bulge in my trousers. "You really do mean it!" She ran her hand over my crotch to re-emphasise the point. "I wish your father thought so too." She squeezed my hardness and added, "But then you are more of a man than him!" My cock was so hard now but she wasn't finished. "Do you think I could see you?" See me?" I asked."Nothing naughty," Mum added. "I. Sometimes they would retain wearing their lacy underwear; other times not. Either way it took little time for his stubby little dickie to become erect and as it did so he would thank his stars that Janice had not noticed or insisted that he pack his cock cage to bring with him on this trip. Ian would feel the warm stub pushing against his butt and then would make no objections as he felt Herb’s hand pass over his waist to settle and touch his own cock. They would lay thus for a few moments and. She giggled, looking and the growing lump in the crotch of his pants and put her hand on his leg, "Would you like me to model one for you? A slip does look so much better properly filled," He didn't need to say anything. The pleading look on his face said it all. She reached across him and picked up the accordian pleat slip. As she brought it up and back across him, both her hand (for her own pleasure) and the slip, caressed the bulge between his legs. She was sure she felt a slight.