I'd playwith the protruding cock while I un-rapped a condom. Then I'd slip thecondom on the hard cock and suck it until it wasn't hard anymore.But now...the glory holes are boarded up, and going to the book storesisn't as much fun anymore. But I still go.The other day I went to a store that was laid out a little differentlyfrom the others. Most of them have a wide aisle and the booths are linedup along the walls. This one had a four foot wide aisle with aisles about18-inches wide going off of it. Mother is going to be furious. I don't know how she'sgoing to punish me this time. Last time I embarrassed her; she chose toembarrass me in public. I had a little accident and wet my pants. I know,I'm old enough not to make that kind of mistake, but Mother could see thewet stains on the front of my pants. She dragged me into the local mall,straight to the babies' section, and bought the diapers and rubber pantsthat "babies" need as to not wet themselves in public. She made it quiteclear to all. . Ung... In here?" She seemed to be having a hard time talking as Peter pounded into her."You said what you wanted. Your son is here to supply you with your desires." Peter told her, as if discussing the Sunday paper, and not an act of i****t."But... No. I can't," Her words were at odds with the spark in her eyes, and she started to lick her lips. "I mean... It's wrong." She was no longer fighting Peter, and even seemed to be returning his thrusts. David crawled up onto his bed, near her face.. He was vaguely disappointed that she hadn’t had any reason to get up from the couch so that he could bear witness to those things in motion, but he hoped that he might be able to catch an opportunity later that evening. He couldn’t help but notice that the poor girl seemed incredibly uncomfortable in her own skin. She had a hard time maintaining eye contact and shifted uncomfortably every time she knew that he was looking at her. That was a feeling he understood all too well, though he couldn’t.