His mother thought he put it there for the picture. He wondered what she would say if she knew it was the thought of watching some hot young girl suck...a cock that made him smile. Or imagining that same girl spreading her legs to him. He felt his cock swell at the thought."You have enough, now let me get to work," he told his mother."Okay, I'm done. You just wait until you see these added to your book." She pinched his cheek as she left the room smiling.She barely had the door shut before Andrey. Small turned up nose, narrow mouth with bowed upper lip, and natural eyebrows fuller than was popular, above big brown eyes. Those eyes were extremely expressive, and somewhat mesmerizing.I found myself looking at her too often, and she eventually caught me at it."What?" she asked."Nothing," I answered quickly. Trying to cover myself I explained, "You just look happier than I've seen you until now."One corner of her mouth turned up. "I guess for once you're seeing me when I'm not completely. My mind kept pondering about it. The more I thought about it the harder I became in my pants. It was aching, and out of curiosity I freed it from the clothes. I felt good when I touched myself further and soon I was shaking it. It was quite embarrassing at first because I knew I was wanking to the thoughts caused by my wife’s betrayal. Then I thought it’s only in my mind and eventually I ended up wanking at regular intervals. Soon my memory was invaded by my imaginations. What if I hadn’t. “Given our current situation, if I have to come up with suggestions I think you might be hiding something from the world,” I teased. Mark gave a quick pinch on my nipple and pressed his mouth to mine. My squeal was stifled by Mark’s mouth. “Mmmm, now who’s the tease? Just one little pinch?” I said while sticking out my bottom lip. Mark reached over to the night stand and pulled the drawer open. Without taking his eyes off me he fumbled around for a few seconds and stopped. A grin came across.