Vinci thought that he shouldn’t call it a cell since it had no resemblance to a Twenty-First Century jail cell, but the feeling was the same. He was...confused as to why he was being held and hoped tomorrow would bring some enlightenment, as it did when he experienced the jail in the past. It was a shock to be back home after nearly a year lost in time. He never thought he would be returning, not after everything, but even though he was never meant to travel back to 2020, he did his best to stick. Even my father was concerned that night. The storm finally began to abate, and as I gradually overcame my terror I became aware of the softness of my mother’s body as she held me, my face was against her breast, and my body was pressed tightly against hers, and as she stroked my hair murmuring the usual platitudes, my penis grew hard and dug into her stomach.As my small penis became completely rigid, it began to throb against her in time with my pulse, making my mother aware of my arousal. She. We went back to the table and Mike said "Wow, you guys really looked hot out there." I think that signaled to Art that everything was OK to keep doing what he was doing. We rested for a few dances and I reached under the table to fondle Art's prick. He saw that Mike was watching and let me keep it up. He reached back under the table and started rubbing my leg. After several minutes he moved his hand up my thigh and touched my panties. I let out a gasp and Mike knew what happened. After a few. Mmmmm, kissing and sucking on his tongue, while slowly sliding down. Feeling every centimeter of him, feeling his head deep inside. I stop. He can feel my pussy clenching. . . He gently pulls me up and I straddle him again, slowly sliding down on his large, hard cock. Mmmmm, kissing and sucking on his tongue, while slowly sliding down. Feeling every centimeter of him, feeling his head deep inside. I stop. He can feel my pussy clenching. . . His hands are on my hips, urging me down. My hands are.