It felt good there hidden by his boxers as it pounded behind the cloth. He could feel it wanting to pop out of the buttoned opened front, but he adjus...ed himself just so it would not. He was still a little embarrassed to let his mother see it. Imagine that.Slowly, Scotty let the hand that had been massaging his mother’s right breast drift down and onto her stomach. He traced a line over her stomach with his finger tip and he felt his mother’s body quiver. He was taking a chance and working his. “Could we maybe not tell Stephanie about this? Not that I don’t want her to know, I just told her I was staying home tonight and I don’t want her to be mad at me.” “It will be our little secret.” He smiled, taking a drink from his beer. “I promise though, I won’t tell a soul.” “Thank you Mr. Jacob’s.” I smiled again. “Daniel,” he offered up. “You can call me Daniel.” _______________ I tried everything that I could think of to fall asleep. I counted sheep, I tried to sing myself a song. I. Can I really do this? Just then, the black guy from earlier comes up and stands next to me, looking around the edge of the wall to check out the guy on the sofa. He goes around the sofa in front of us, and sits down on the same sofa as the white guy, about 4 feet away. He smiles at me as he lifts his ass and pulls down his sweatpants. He looks at the white guys cock, then to me. He's encouraging me! Looking back at the white guy, I can see his cock tip glisten with pre-cum. He keeps staring at. That didn’t include the television people wishing to do filming for their news programmes and reporters for their papers. It wasn’t till about two o’clock before the fire chief allowed the bus to be towed out to reveal the gaping hole. The supports, of which there were many, in place to hold up the roof made the place look like a forest of iron poles. With the bus out, we moved in to pull as much of the stock, damaged or otherwise, towards the back of the shop to allow the men to begin putting.